what happened to romance?
to those sappy, sappy, hand written letters?
to those songs that started with something more than words could describe?
to those dozens of unsent poems declaring my undying love for you and only you?
what happened to it now?
what happened to them?
still waiting in the dark and wanting to be read out loud for the world to know,
to hear what my heart and soul still yearns for --- you.

The kind of letters we write
are ones that are written
with a light touch.

Your hand wandering
in between my legs,
while making my hips twitch
with pleasure.

hello
it is me again.

well, it is the version of me from now
not the old version of me.

I think about you sometimes
I think about how you are doing
how you have changed

I mean you have to have changed
it has been 10 years

I often wonder
if what we had was real

we were so young
but were we really in love?

have you ever wondered
if it was real or just a fantasy?

I kept that gem
purple
rough around the edges
beautiful

I kept it for over 10 years
and I am not really sure why

I guess it was because you Tok my heart first and I thought it was special
that it meant something

and maybe it did
but it doesn’t anymore

and that is where I stand

I meant something
I was special

but that doesn’t mean I am now.

Black smoke Rises
sticking to the walls
inside my lungs
Coughing back my tears
As the ash attacks my throat
and spreads across my tongue
The cinders crackle
flaring up to light the sky
devoid of sun
As I toss inside, one by one;
the letters that you wrote to me
when we were young

But we're growing old
and as these fires flare up
to fight the cold;
As they burn up
the words these letters hold,
I find nothing can erase
the lies you told.
Because every promise
that you sold
still hides in every line,
In every fold,
In every letter inked in gold

And ss the wind picks up
and brings the rain
And your letters burn
till ash remains
It hurts me just
To say your name
But I know my pain
can be contained
And that peace can
Be obtained...

From the ashes
I'll be born again

Let me be:
The makeup on your skin,
And the fragrance of your perfume.

Let me be:
The breeze that grazes your face,
And the unspoken letters on your lips.

Let me be:
Your hidden secrets,
And your full moon.

Let me be:
Your smile, your laughter, your tears,
Your wishes, and your happy dreams.

Hussein Dekmak