My handsome man
He is busy with another girl
Mellow like a crayon,
We met on the road to the market
Towards the book seller
We only got some pictures
Sold by an immigrant man to a woman
Who sprinkled them with her silence and framed them
" I was going to visit you on that Saturday
But the bus missed me
I drank my tears with my longing
I slept all night with your shadow
But today is Sunday
No messages will arrive
The churches alone prayed for me "
I told him:
" There is no relationship between what we say and what we mean
Let's be careful with the accuracy of the words, the game of interpretation, the borders …. "
" - Did you buy the orange? He asks: "
" - Oh, I forgot it by the clothes-rack, at the cashier "
" - I left my heart with her, maybe she will throw it in a box, it will turn yellow! "
" - I was going to love you, but that cold that runs to me now from the edges of your fingers
holds me back. "
We were babbling,
Then, as always, we are separate.
Faleeha Hassan is a poet, a teacher, an editor, and a writer. She was born in Iraq and currently lives in NJ. She has a Masters degree in Arabic.