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 Jun 2016 Narmina Chamedova
Aditi
What If the sweet smell of spring,
Reminds you of the winter that will come too
What if the smiles showered on you
mirror the times you cried alone

What if one step ahead
Gets you two step back,
What if the starry nights
Trance you into a state of endless obliviousness

What if you came out clean,
Only to end up in a brutal relapse,
What if the future gets lost,
In a labyrinth of your past wishes

What if these words
Remain the only thing of mine to touch you,
What if forever was just a fleeting moment for us?

What if, what if, at the last moment of your life,
These whatifs are all you have got
Watch it fly
Never again
Come back, please
Say goodbye

A firm grasp, ever so confident
Tender but strong
Loving but tough
Laughter and tears

The string snapped
Five fingers slipped
What it was, it burst
What it was, it floated away
Come back, please
Say goodbye

Reach to the sky, jump
Pick it up from the ground, a lump
Forming in the throat
Swallow it down, hoarse voice croaks
Come back, please
Say goodbye

Nestled in a palm, cradled with care
Gaze down at it, wasted and gone
Rain threatens to spill, look up and stare
A mere dot in a blurry haze, all alone

Wipe the rain away,
glance away before it hurts
What could have gone wrong,
everything and more
What was once filled with joy,
exhaling breaths of sadness
Curl up, dejected, left in the lurch

Come back, please
Goodbyes were said
A lingering gaze broke
Seams unraveled
Come back, please
*Un-say goodbye
It's not goodbye
No one really has answers—
Just stories.
Ur ignorance
Slowly kills me
U see my message
For help
Just keep
Thinking
Is not important
When
I
Need you
Alone with the shadows
No heat to beat the cold flow
Of winters harshness

Alone with the lights out
No shine in his eyes
To safely carry him away
From the night

Alone with neighborhood noises
A dog barks, a truck revs up
The wind slaps the tree branches
Against the small house

Alone with nobody
No hands or hugs of comfort
Just books by candle light
A withering heart
Sustained by chapters
Of other peoples imaginary lives
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