Poems

To Love

We don't wake up together
I wake up in an abandoned room by the sea
You wake up opening the window of your bedroom
Yet we share the same bed
You drink freshly brewed tea
I bandage the wounds of my heart
 
Your day is a road which leads to another road, then to a building and
       then to a road in the grid of the city
My day is a corridor that runs through my veins and is closed with copper
        buttons
We make our way home
You wear your purple cloth in order to match the colour of clocks
And I wear my Afghan patu (blanket)
Such a good time for green tea
 
Meals bring us together
TV, computer, news bring us together
I love you
Like the fire loving the stove
And you love me like a stove loving the firewood
 
We warmly embrace one another
And each of us dreams our own dreams

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