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Where Were You Last Night?
April 28, 2018
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To You (only)
“Say something, please. Say anything”, you teased.
“You”, I said. “I remember you.” I kept my eyes shut, and felt his hands touching me.
“What do you remember about me?” “What do you love more?”, you asked “My hair or my heart?”
“Why do you give me only two choices? Don’t leave out your laugh, the way you cough and talk to me when you’re thinking, the feel of your breath on my face, the sound of your voice in the morning, the fan of your eyelashes, the caring spirit, the determined soul — so why stop at your hair and your heart? How do you expect me to choose? When what I love the most about you — is you.”
Before you came,
things were as they should be:
the sky was the dead-end of sight,
the road was just a road, wine merely wine.
Now everything is like my heart,
a color at the edge of blood:
the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns,
the gold when we meet, the season ablaze,
the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames,
and the black when you cover the earth
with the coal of dead fires.
And the sky, the road, the glass of wine?
The sky is a shirt wet with tears,
the road a vein about to break,
and the glass of wine a mirror in which
the sky, the road, the world keep changing.
Don’t leave now that you’re here—
Stay. So the world may become like itself again:
so the sky may be the sky,
the road a road,
and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.
Faiz Ahmad Faiz