If It Was... Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

If it was…

Why not us be honest?
At least I, you are dead
I would not, not ever
Talk of you this manner.

Attack me memories
I miss you, and badly
You and I on mountains
The dummies, two devils

And the day that we moved
Wall to wall, seat to seat
Booing him in the dark
He praised system, Shah
We could not; if alight…

You and I swimming
Leg injured, and hands tied
Our action was as if guerillas
In foe’s land, and injured
Escaping, on the run…

Memories bombard me
I want you near me
In absence, I search on internet
I looked, found your daughters.

Hey friend of old days
My close enemy, closest
Competing in learning
Our ego, narcissism…

Your wife was Afsaneh
‘The mythic’, she married
Even if an angel; step dad
Is always enemy, not friend

Your daughters are apart
Neither one with her mom
What to say of your death?
A bridge broken; made fire.