Was That You? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Was that you?

I entered and in red
Curly hair, bearded
I noticed the young man
Silent sitting, motionless

Was that you?
Was it hope?

I had borrowed a paper
Sat there and recorded
Things I felt and I read,

Was that you?
Was it hope?

On and off
I looked up
Saw young man
An Arab
Lebanese
(Possibly)

Was that you?
Was it hope?

Looking back
I hate her
She took you
Far away from the fact
I love you
You believe as are told
“It’s not true; is unlike”

Was that you?
Was it hope?

Looking back I am sure
It was you I missed you.