My handsome man He is busy with another girl Mellow like a crayon, Yesterday 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, Walking long 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.
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