Was that you?
I entered and in red
Curly hair, bearded
I noticed the young man
Silent sitting, motionless
Was that you?
Was it hope?
I had borrowed a paper
Sat there and recorded
Things I felt and I read,
Was that you?
Was it hope?
On and off
I looked up
Saw young man
An Arab
Lebanese
(Possibly)
Was that you?
Was it hope?
Looking back
I hate her
She took you
Far away from the fact
I love you
You believe as are told
“It’s not true; is unlike”
Was that you?
Was it hope?
Looking back I am sure
It was you I missed you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem