To Eileen: The Rest Of Story
I am a kind
who is attracted to magnetic creatures,
and avoid the electric charged creatures
-I mean the 120 to 12000 volts type of people.-
Do you see the picture?
you are not in the he right or left mood?
or you are just highly charged?
While I live in the present,
You live in the far past
-''Is'' is was and ''Are'' is were, this is has been your choice, I can not change that.-
While you are always debating
about the chicago spices
or chico spices
californian, native, Hawaiian, and the damn cold north
this let me
where you grew up,
how you grew up,
where the hell you come from?
I start to feel
your ''chico american, irish, spanish
and how all of this
and how you get stuck in the past.
it happens and still happens and will happen in good families.
lost in the past as usual.
the past is part of your clothes and skin.
you saw me
you were burned by sun's salt.
was it my mistake?
a part of it or all of it!
what is the difference?
Comments about this poem (To Eileen: The Rest Of Story by Atef Ayadi )
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