To The Guy Who Has The Same Name As The Hurricane Who Broke My Heart: - Poem by Fariha Hossain
Your name is as familiar as the creases on my hands,
framed on a face so foreign.
Lips unlike his.
Eyes darker than his.
You are cologne in another girl's lungs-
clammy hands wrapped around somebody else's waist.
But I see the way you look at her.
It was the way he looked at me- mud puddle eyes
baring into my skin, primal hunger in your gaze.
Hunger for me.
You're just a nobody to me, but
for her, you are as essential as warmth after a long day out in the cold.
I see the way she looks at you, too.
Like you could blow her to smithereens
and her every splintered piece would morph into a macabre talisman.
She would kneel to the temple of your heart
and recite mantras and hymns
until she was worthy of your love again.
You are the perpetual reminder of a love
much like the torn pages of a once adored novel.
You read and you reread
until the pages are well worn and torn from your touch.
Until the spine is frayed,
and the syllables you once held so fondly
appear to be missing,
hidden in the crevices of an abandoned memory,
or in the nook of an ethereal daydream.
until all that remains
is the undecipherable remnants of an
otherwise unknown artifact.
I do not know you.
I don't know about the musical notes that represent fanfares or anthems to you.
I don't know if your mother once called you silly nicknames and if at random intervals, you yearn for her to do it once more.
You are a mere stranger,
with irises of a hue I did not envision a future in,
with a name I always imagined secured with my own.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
From a girl lingering in the winter.
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