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
I forget.

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
your eyebrows.

it is too complicate
for me.

I am not attracted to that
anymore.

Simply,
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.

I have
Nothing to add,
Except,
If I want to kill love by love
The second should be more powerful.