a sea that there is no more

Arash Ashkar

I don't believe I ever saw your face unmasked
you never shared the little moments
the songs on the radio
the smell of your perfume
the small of your back
yours was private world
with conceited walls
and skies of gloom
you were so in love with 
your transparent skin
my syllables of rage
never reached you
only when I had walked away
you started missing my clichés
you attempted to enter the house 
I had abandoned
and you reached the bus-stop too late
from now on
between you and I
there are no bridges
no clouds
only a broken compass
and a fascinated sun
eager to burn
all tresspasers.
once upon a time
I was tempted to kiss your sealed lips
I am wiser now.