Lemon and lime

One Tuesday Morning

I can write about the gloominess

The impending war of the gray skies

Hanging up above;

Wanting so much to die easy

But death of love.

I can write about the music

Certainly not of melancholy

Of the droplets that fall;

The hums of the rooftop

Outside this concrete wall.

I can write about the cold coffee

Sitting and staring back

Waiting for my lips;

To pay attention to him,

Jealous of the drips.

I can write about the thumps

Of my heart’s beating

The chaos of thoughts;

Hustling my scribbling fingers

To justify all doubts.

I can write about the beauty

The unfaltering repetitions

And the kindness of them all;

They feed my impulse

They feed my fall.

However, I cannot write

Of the impeccable ardor

Having written all of these;

It would be a poet’s lie because

Sadly, it does not exist.

- 02 1135H Jun 2009

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“You’ve got a raindrop running down your cheek, just like a tear.”