I still loved you,
But stopped hoping.

Raindrops racing down the windows,
Condensed.
Igniting candles,
Wax dripping onto the sill.
Light growing dim.

Reminiscing,
Blueberry picking
Fresh smell of pine.
Purple fingers,
I saw you.
But you did not see me.
You never saw me.

do you remember
those nights in my room
eating croissants at 2am
you smelling my perfume

i go back to that moment often
and the way you said my name
you trip over your words
setting my face to flame

i still owe you
one mac and cheese dinner
under your ceiling's string lights
you made me a sinner

in early spring
as robins sing and
roses bloom. He spread over
me as sweet perfume.

He came to me
in late July
rising as the ocean tide,
azure as a crystal sky
swinging as a hammock
tied to the trees
the kiss of death
between my knees

He came to me
in mid-autumn
as hit rock bottom
as the crimson and gold
grew old
as I saw it all fall
billowing in large dust *****

He came to me
in winter
as I broke apart
and splintered
as I wept icicles
cutting my face
as I froze
standing in place

Your glance,
Carrying the scent of
red carnations...
When the bud blooms...
When the cherries die...  
Through your childhood ears...
Summer,
I'd bring you the vase
with bare feet...
The pomegranate tree
Is gone..... 
And I don't know...
How to fly through that window?
A yellow glow...
Among the palm trees of
Agave amica...
The smell of  the sun...
From behind the
green mulberry trees...
My mother's voice...
And sliding Two white dandelions
On the skin of my hand...

نگاهت،
عَطرِ میخك های سرخ...
زماني که
شکوفه ها
گل داده اند....
زماني که
مي میرند....
گیلاس ها،
از لا به لایِ
گوش های بچگي ات....
تابستان،
گلدان را
با پای برهنه برایت می آوردم...
درختِ انار مُرده...
و من نمي دانم....
چگونه می توان از آن پنجره رفت؟
درخششي زَرد...
از میانِ نخل های گل مریم...
بوی آفتاب...
از پشت درخت های توت سبز...
صدای مادرم...
و لغزیدنِ
دو قاصدك سفید
به روی پوست دستم...

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I can hear the hum
of the wires
As the lives are compressed
into individual
electrons
vibrating in negativity