There have been a thousand nights.
A thousand ‘not tonight’s’.
A thousand mornings you have
not chopped off my head.
A thousand mornings I have
I have told myself a thousand stories
so that I will not have to fear
will not have to wonder, when it will come.
There have been a thousand mornings
where you have seen only your own
instead of your woman-less country,
the suffering, the daughters
We have crafted thousands
of words together, you have
made me a thousand promises
Maybe they will come true,