Treasure Island

alireza asgari

(tehran)

The Left Of Me


This story is short
Don't worry about it
Never see my corpse again
My grave too
I'm a missed name
Among your papers
In the bin
...
See!
My words, one by one, died of your scorning
Yes!
You scorned me
My pride
My love
My being
...
You killed me
Over a night
It was fall
Heard your rustling
Heard cries of poor leaves
Died
Cause you
Your march
On them
...
You buried me
Over a twilight
Felt your affection
Through kicking my corpse into the hole
Felt your love
Through the curses shouted at me
...
You remembered me
It was a sunset
Sat on a chair face to sea
While smoking me
While killing my left memories
You was relaxed
Staring at the waves
And buried all the left of me...

Submitted: Saturday, August 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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