Sometimes I just want to cry,
so that she could smile.
I hope she’s smiling right now.
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Hey friend,
I know you’re there
Hiding behind the desk, aren’t you?
Hey friend,
I know you’ll come out
anytime.
Look I am hurt, and I
need you.
Hey friend,
I know you’re coming out
anytime,
I know you’re going to
comfort me now.
Hey friend,
I know you’ve died but
your memories are still there,
you’re still by my side;
you’re still making me smile.
*********
The old pine tree,
it still stands there,
behind the park.
It still remembers our
first conversation,
and it still recalls the
story of our first kiss.
That water fountain at
the city center,
it is still the main
tourist attraction.
But it misses our small
fights,
at 2 AM during the starry
nights.
The last desk in the
class,
yes our names are still
carved on it.
The scent of your shampoo
is still present there
where you kept your head
down, just to stare
at me.
That house is still
empty,
where the tears which
fell from your eyes
when we made love for
first time,
are still flowing down the
slanted and creaking floor.
That bicycle is still
rusting in my backyard,
which I once used to
bring flowers
to apologize for every
mistake I made.
I still use that cycle to
carry those same flowers
every day at 9 AM to the
grave,
Where from past 10 years,
you’ve stayed.
*******
Those memories,
I’ll burn them all and
smile.
I don’t want to cry
anymore,
I don’t want them to be
my
emotions’ turnstile.
Those memories,
they’re all gone.
Now I don’t cry,
but I also don’t smile.
Smiling doesn’t make
sense,
now that the emotions
don’t
have any fence.
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My guitar and me,
I don’t know how to play
it.
But it still loves me.
I just strum it and hum a
random tune,
it loves my fingers caressing its strings,
it still hopes that I’ll
learn its tunes.
My guitar and me,
we have stayed together
during hard times.
And now that the good
times are near
it looks at me and
smiles, whenever I sing.
My guitar and me,
it wants me to learn a
new song today.
It says to me, “I know
you love that girl.
Won’t you play a song for
her.”
My guitar and me,
we’re the best friends.
We might not know each
other perfectly
but we’re still auto tuned to each other.
*******
Bless them all,
Bless the smile on his
torn lips,
Bless that eye which
can’t see
Bless that tongue which
can’t speak
Bless that ear which
can’t hear
Bless that knee,
which misses its other
partner.
But most of all,
Bless those who still
smile,
despite their fears and
troubles.
Just bless them all, God.
