That night, the city lights were stars
I was hovering among them like a cloud
Lost and ecstatic in your presence,
Feeling no traffic, no sound, no smog
Willing to go to the end of the world.
You said our future was a walk
From Azadi Square to Zanjan Park
But I, at the end of the walk,
Saw a house with you
Like the first lady of a Shah.
You said how busy was your life
With your exams and studies
And the medical civil service
But I heard you saying “wait for me”
So I waited and waited for three years.
For three years, I picked up the phone at 9:00
We talked until 9:30 at night
You listened to my every single poem
And I saved your mesmerizing voice
Your laughter, in my ear until the next call.
For three years, every single weekend we met
I cherished every kiss at dark, every hug in cabs,
The smell of Safari on my hands
And could not get you off my skull
Even for a second of time till the next meeting.
But at the end of three years of homeless love
You started dogging me bad
Blaming me for all the mistakes I did not make
And I apologized for every wrong I had not done
Until the night I cried and threw away
The perfume, the gold bracelet, the scarf
The T-shirt, the blue back pack, the books
The dried bouquets, the box of candy wraps,
Gum wraps, gift wraps, your poems
And you!
