Back With The Flow

By Hiba Tasneem

We’re manipulated, we’re drowning.

Just because of the tide, you’re at the end and I was swimming parallel to shore.

As we’re drifting we realized it all.

We couldn’t distinguish between our love and obsession.

All this time we’re living in delusion.

Certainly, we’re both tired.

as you walk past the line where my eyes no longer hope.

You didn’t turn back and slowly faded from my sight.

The tides turn back how they use to be and I eventually come back with the flow

By Hiba Tasneem