My heartbeat is off. 

It misses the hum of my beloved. 

The hustle and bustle, the unnerving life, the stubborn heat.

The friends, the jokes, the laughter.

The tears, the anxiety, the choking. 

It misses that flower fallen on the asphalt. 

It misses its life, its gorgeous, eternal Beirut. 

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