You were leaving
about to go
about to say something
In your hands, a bag of our letters
you kissed me and
cried
cried
cried
you could not say goodbye
the sound of your tears
reminded me of rain
the storm of your lips
remains in my mind
the drop of rain fallen from eyes
wakes me up every night
and your words,
bye
bye
bye
Still it is the same
yellow face of the walls
still it is the same
the candles and pictures on the wall
still it is the same
I look at calendar pages
still your shirt smells of fresh air
your shirt is my pillow
come back
By Roya
This is a beautiful poem about love and loss — temporary or not, I’m not sure but it doesn’t matter. I feel the sadness and tenderness in these lines. Can I suggest that you repeat “come back” two more times — so that the lovely rhythm you’ve established is continued? Fabulous work!
This is absolutely beautiful!
Roya, you did a nice job making the personal uniiversal.
You have just the right amount of detail.