Beirut carried my tanglings and walked me inside your routes every daybreak.
Opened coffee shops under the heavy rain, invited the early riders. Manufacturers rushed their feet to work, the city transformed her color with the sunrise troops' arrival. A homeless guy took his shelter under an old balcony smoking the rest of his cigarette.
My frame is still searching for your beloved, I followed your footfalls for years, and I grasped all your spells. I never dared to open my arms and hug you.
Words by Michel Ah
Photo by richard sammour