کهف

I can identify my desire as the mother recognizes her child. I’ve memorized my history line by line. So, when you break the silence and make my brain sing, I instantly break the melody down into its constituent notes. And for every single note, believe me, I’ve a detailed and citable file in my records. I can prove your beauty to you, when you’re beautiful. I say nothing to myself but the truth; but to you, my traveler, I just said goodbye.

I know where your name is rooted in, and how the phonemes of your word have been altered during my years. “light, shrill, and then eloquent” I told you, if you remember. I hadn’t wished you when you whished and then vanished. You broke the silence and got lost in it, and with your proven beauty, darling you broke the day. 

I wrote these words as an apology, and as a farewell message, if you accept. So long my traveler, the lover of inopportune day. So long my curly cypress.