Separation Poem by Reza Ashofteh

It was the garden and my heart
Moment by moment, I remind you
With heartache and disgust

I think about you
It wanted a window and no more
In this room, the breaths were missing me

I still love you
And the color of your eyes that are full of blood
Oh, sad Fridays

You have forgotten us, O days
In the bitter days, hang on the kindness
And you know, cherry blossoms are a good season for unity

We'll come to see the moon and the night
You smile, with your dreams of the Mona Lisa
I go away all these nights of oblivion