Draft A Story Poem by Haldun Unal

She asked where I live
I showed her, there on the hill
Those walls are impenetrable
But I will let you in

I asked where she came from
She said it is far far away
How is it there I wondered,
She read my mind;
It is really pretty there

We can go there to that pretty place
No doubt a pretty girl is from a pretty place
I built a boat I said
It will get us out of here

This is my pilgrimage I said
The end of it
I found what is meant to
I found you

I was wrong however
She left
I ran after her
I could not say stay

I am in limbo now
Question is tangled further
What was I looking for?
Are you for real?

Did I hear you?
Can I be?
Did I watch you?
Can I see?