Eastern world

And so you're there

That's the other side of the world

How come?

I still write the same old words

Surprisingly as f*

I can still respect 

Our old metrics

As we used to write

When we were just young lovers

How dare I challenge you

Of course

I miss it

No other than our talk

Our smell

Our days

Your clothes

Your skin

Your

See you next Tuesday.

And that's my best joke 

Of all time.

All time you've been away.

Why have you decided to show up

I ask myself but well

You know

I'd rather spend all those days

By the edge

On the road

Because Dubai is just over there

Like the tip

Of my tongue

And cause no matter

Where we're at

It will always be

Like that.