Nur Meiyati


Counting The Days - Poem by Nur Meiyati

Counting the days
Before the time of your flight back to your country
June
July
August
Three weeks
How time passed by
The nearer of the due date of your leaving
The more miserable were my days

I did not dream often in my sleep
But one night I was dreaming
I was in a very quiet place I could not recognize
Nobody was there
Only me
Then I saw you walking in the distance
I knew it was you
But you did not see me
I called you but you did not hear me
Then you disappeared
I was all alone
I shouted but nobody heard me
Then I realized that no voice came out of my mouth
I woke up
Sweating
I began to sob
But trying not to make any sound
Did not want anybody to know my sadness
The days of misery


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a part of the story 'You and Me' that started with I Informed You, 'I am Pregnant' up to The Lost Village. To find them click on the Poet's Page next to the profile photo. Then click on 'More poems of Nur Meiyati', choose 'Order by Date'.

Comments about Counting The Days by Nur Meiyati

  • Bronze Star - 2,522 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (12/1/2013 1:40:00 AM)

    Yeah dis is a fine poem in yor series, penned frm d heart, lyrical missing u poem. Thumbs up. Pls read my latest poem too. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 1, 2013


[Hata Bildir]