For The Girl From France Poem by Saad Qazi

I do not feel anything for you now
I have woken up and life has set in
After all this though, it is funny how
I still remember the sun shining off your skin
when we were sitting in the grass at tam-tams
and I was high, relishing the beauty and the music
running my fingers through grass and pulling at the stems
all the while feeling depressed and love sick
because I knew it wouldn't last between me and you
you had your mind on someone else
and this love could never have been true
but out of everyone else, you had found me
And I am getting angry now, you see
you fucked my rhythm up, my meter and rhyme
my life had been ticking along, I was doing fine
until you showed up and I built out of you a dream
I now see, it was not your fault, it was more my crime
to turn you into someone you were not.
Someone though, who will soon be forgot
with the sure passing of time

And now, as I watch the sun melt into the trees
and the fire wither to smoke and air
I can tell you that I do not much care
to hold on to these empty incomplete memories
With you gone, these colours will soon decay
and you, my love, will slowly fade away
from day to day to day.