Even the word is wrong.
Asking you to stay could be a mistake,
weâ€™ve been there before.
Before you loved me and I love you still,
sadly, love isnâ€™t enough.
When you arrived at departures,
I waved, you waved back,
and a wave of nausea set in.
As you approached I thought of our beginning,
I remembered how your Sufi poems
and my Salsa moves mixed so well
in your studio apartment,
filled with the scent of candles
and cheap wine.
I tell myself that things end, lives end, drinks end,
our marriage can end too,
but itâ€™s not enough.
Hellos are better: â€œHelloâ€
Are you sure this is for the best?
Itâ€™s not Valentineâ€™s or Christmas Eve, but it was,
I was, and you were, we â€¦
â€˜til no more.
I canâ€™t panic now, I need to breathe.
â€œCome, sit beside me.â€
Now that our hands are holding each other,
afraid they wonâ€™t get to do it again,
I donâ€™t mind your silence
if you wait with me.
In the future I see pain,
success, loss, love,
my trip to Istanbul,
but youâ€™re not there.
â€œYou look nervous, donâ€™t beâ€,
I can handle this,
but handling is tricky when itâ€™s not by choice.
Can you handle it, the absence of us?
Waiting to leave is agony,
I think and donâ€™t think well to form a thought,
you think possibly too much, I too little,
sometimes together we thought enough.
In a few minutes youâ€™ll be on your ride home,
Yesterdayâ€™s fortune cookie told me: â€œyou will meet a stranger who needs help.â€
Today in the bathroom mirror
I met her.
â€œI have to go, my flight is leaving,
Iâ€™ll call you when I arrive.â€
Goodbye, bye bye.
I canâ€™t decide.
One final kiss after so many.
Tomorrow Iâ€™ll have no claim for another.
â€œPlease donâ€™t worry about me!â€
One step is all itâ€™ll take.
One step in the wrong direction,
one step away from you
and Iâ€™ll lose.