Forty Letters To A Woman – Eighteenth Letter - - Poem by Atef Ayadi
I really forget you.
It was hard for me reach this point
and to do so.
But, at last
there are other
women I met
they look like you
and they did the same things
they ask for same drama
and I start to smile to them without specific terms or words.
I am not attracted anymore
to a woman who has your body posture and the philosophy of
it is too complicate
I am not attracted to that
it is a bad habit to do the same thing.
So I forget
with who I will be happy with,
with who I will be around,
or who I will love.
I forget the leisure, seizure, and the pain.
Nothing to add,
If I want to kill love by love
The second should be more powerful.
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