I thought I saw you the other day. It took me a few seconds to remember that you are no more among us. Reincarnation? Or probably in some other dimension? Shining your timid smile in another universe. While slightly tilting your head. Ahh, your smile, your weapon, your fishing net, a gatherer of obsessed hearts. Yet, you departed. With this exquisite collection of trophies Leaving a multitude of men: Incapable of love
Her fragrance of oud, a match for her majestic elegance But her lower eyelid, beautifully lined with kohl, like a dam holding back her tears, on the verge of overflow, Her radiant smile remained intact, in denial
“Have you seen one smile and cry?” she asked
That smile, though weakened by her tears, still radiated a light that outshone the sun’s rays on today’s noon Her irises, colored like the northern lights, floated above a river of tears I felt her pain, but never could I understand
Love and despair, an unfair pair I knew she struggled, burdened with care I wished to ease her pain and take it away But all I could do was fly
In an early Saturday hour, it was just me and the cobblestones, an empty old town. One lonely goose in the river.
It is the farmers’ market today. I bought tulips from the oldest woman. I smelled them. I smiled. I quivered.
It was then, I thought of you. I knew we won’t be two, if you never show up, if you keep on hiding in the future.
In case, we don’t fall in love forever, and our hearts of petals keep on flying apart, blown everywhere by the indecisive winds, I will love the thought of you.
And while waiting for eternity, let kindness prevail, in our fragmented stories: unique and unmatched they pave our paths, like Cobblestones!
A dot at the end of the line.. start a new page.. put a dot after a letter.. flip a couple of pages.. and put another dot.. then reverse and ponder.. maybe you resume where you stopped.. and then release another dot.. and maybe you swing back and forth.. and wonder.. what if I stay with what I have got.. surrender.. i beg you not.. flip a few more pages.. and remember.. where you stopped.. or drop the book altogether.. and come to me.. I have lit the fire .. and washed the pot.. i will make your tea.. i will serve it hot.. we will sit apart.. in silence..
Give me a minute, I will dance again… I will smile at you.. I will share a story.. I will take you for dinner, and I will pay too.
Give me an hour, we will go for a walk.. We will breathe that fresh air by the river, we will eat grilled chestnuts.. We will laugh and talk..
Give me some more time, and I won’t save a dime. I will buy myself a ticket, I will buy you one too.. I am not too sad, I just don’t like farewell parties. I will have a few drinks and then slip away when nobody is watching.. “Oh.. He left. It was nice when he was here..”
Well, here is a memory to keep. I will tap on your shoulder, and caress your neck. Remember these touches, Unlike me, they are eternal.
It is not what they think.. I am not collecting much pleasure now. I am trying to leave bits of me behind. I don’t want to cease to exist. I don’t want you to forget.
Oh, I guess it is time.
I will put on my favorite socks with bicycle patterns I will ride my bicycle to that field with the blooming flowers I will take photos of the yellow ones.. at the time of the sunset.. Just like every spring, when I think they bloom to say:
A stare.. A tear.. A tear.. A tear.. * I have done nothing bad.. A tear.. A tear.. A tear.. * I love her very much.. – Don’t worry sir.. we will help you – You will get better A stare.. dries his tears… * I will trust you.
Gu gu gu..te- te- te- nnnnnn.. Mooooorgen.. doktor.. I am so glad you are here.. I have traveled long and have been waiting for an appointment.. I came here with fear.. I fear to stay the same.. With my thoughts just for me.. I fear to speak so slow, that no one wants to hear.. They all think I am fading.. my whole seems to disappear.. Year after year, I worked like a machine.. even when all retired.. I went on for 10 more winters.. I just couldn’t leave.. I could have gone to Cuba.. I could have sailed the seas.. I could have built a villa.. I could have.. i could have.. I could have.. Now I am stuck in myself.. with words as many as none.. I have lost the way to folks.. I have lost the meaning of all.. Please don’t think I am stupid.. the brain works faster than my tongue.. I used to scold the kids.. I used to sing and hum.. I used to do it all.. before my health was gone.. I know it is the end.. things won’t be the same.. I know the days are different.. that hope is rather lame.. I won’t ask for much.. it is little what I need.. I just would like a look.. of patience and of respect for whom I once was.. I will suffer, for sure, alone.. Acknowledgement would be fine..