I keep a scent of you inside me
The feeble image of your fingers in my palm
A helpless look, silent
The mind is freed from its reins for a moment
Your face is reflected in the
window glass
Your indecisive looks
You choose food from the menu
Now the streets are all yours
And all “the yous” in my mind
Lined up one after another
Being without you through the showcase glass
*
We mostly talk about smells
Without drinking wine
At nine in the morning
Then from unhappy people, from those who “can't”
from impossibilities
You're getting my mind into dead ends
Your tea, burning under the sun
For a long time, you are stirring
Whirling around in a whirlpool
You become “that” word
I'm trying to get a scent of you for myself
Bullet holes in the casing of my existence
Your rebellious scent is flying
It's not up to me
With a deep sigh I return to my reality
By bleeding
Without you, everyone here knows
me differently
*
Evening is coming
I'm rolling down a big hill with my feet
I turn my back to you and walk once more
No part of the city that sees you is the same anymore
The city is changing, and I'm always walking
In my palm, your dust left for me
I hide it from the ones unhappy