أجدر بالنسيان

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جـلـسـت فـى الأمـس

جـلـسـت بـعـد مـغـيـب الـشـمـس

أحضـرت قـلـمـى و أوراقـى

لأعـبـر عـن أشـواقـى

ولـكـن خـطـرت لـى فـكـرة

و قـررت أن أخط بـعـض مـن الـذكـرى

فـكـتـبـت .... و رحـت أتـذكـر

أشـيـاء مـرت فـى داخـلـى , و لـم تـذكـر

كـتـبـت أسـمـاء و تـواريـخ و أحـداث و شـخـوص

مـن ذكـرى مـاض غـيـر مـلـمـوس

كـتـبـت عـن وجـوه مـرت فـى حـيـاتـى

سأظـل أذكـرهـم حـتـى مـمـاتـى

كـتـبـت عـن أول مـن عـلـمـنـى الـحـنـيـن

و أول مـن أعـطـانـى جـرعـة مـن الأنـيـن

كـتـبـت عـن الـذى لـطـالـمـا أحـبـبـتـه

و اخـر مـن كـرهـى لـه لـقـتـلـتـه

و عـمـن عـلـمـنـى أسـمـى الـمـعـانـى

و الـذى هـجـرنـى و تـركـنـى أعـانـى

و دونـت أسـمـاء , و أسـمـاء .... و أسـمـاء

أسـمـاء مـلأت عـرض الـسـمـاء

كـتـبـت اسـم أول مـن اقـتـرفـت مـعـه الـخـطـيـئـة

و أول مـن أخـبـرت بـأنـى لـسـت بـريـئـة

و اخـر قـبـلـتـه عـنـدمـا كـان صـغـيـرا

و ذاك الـذى اشـتـقـت لـه كـثـيـرا


ثـم تـوقـفـت ... لـحـظـات عـن الـكـتـابـة

ذهـلـت , و سـألـت سـؤال لـم أجـد لـه جـوابـا

أمـعـقـول ... أهـذا مـعـقـول ؟؟؟

والـلـه لا ادرى مـاذا أقـول

و عـدت لـدفـتـرى مـن جـديـد

و لـكـنـى لـم أعـد لأزيـد

بـل لأراجـع مـا قـد كـتـب

حـرفـا فـحـرفـا قـد حـسـب

و قـرأت سـطـورى مـرة , ثـم أخـرى ... فـثـانـيـة

انـى حـقـا لـجـانـيـة

أتـرانـى نـسـيـت ؟؟؟ و كـيـف أنـسـى

حـبـا أصـبـح فـى داخـلـى و أمـسـى

اذا لـمـاذا ؟؟ أيـن هـو اسـمـه؟؟

أيـن هـو حـدثـه و رسـمـه ؟؟

لـم أجـده .... لـم يـكـن اسـمـه مـكـتـوبـا

بـل لـم أجـد فـراغـا لـه مـحـسـوبـا

فـكـتـبـت ... و لـم أنـسـى

أن أتـرك سـطـرا خـالـيـا حـتـى لا يـنـسـى

و فـهـمـت أنـه لـطـالـمـا كـان

شـخـص فـى داخـلـى أجـدر بـالـنـسـيـان

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