A love that......

I see the chair where few hours ago
you sat
things regained old sweet silence
sweet old taste
I saw you came to my room like a wind
or like a burglar.
You touched my pictures on the walls
I saw you shivered in the chill of my lovel
laughed
fought
sadly smiled and went away.

My heart went apart
broken pieces
bruised
you whispered
I still remember what you said
why you said
And why you went away!

Do you remember I stumbled?
and tried to rise
like an injured soldier who still wants to fight
or perhaps
I staggered
to make sense as to why you walked away?

But now
I am alone
all smiling
laughing to myself like a lunatic
touching same pictures, you touched
sitting in the same chair, you sat
repeating every act that you did.

Thinking
what to do with your hollow words?
still echoing in my ears
shall I keep them in my chest wardrobe?
and what to do
with your memories?
haunting me.....
hiding in the corners of my room
like dead leaves.

In a while
I will start dreaming of the future
and will deliberately forget the past
I will give a bath to my dead love
and will scatter dried leaves over my dead body
to bury with grace
a love
that made me immortal!


Farid Gul, 30 May 2009, London