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Gone

sentiments-souvenirsBy Hiba Mezni


And you left your shadow on my pure body


Like a cap of milk mixed with toddy


But now, it’s gone


As that smile of our naïve, foolish fights

 


As the Jazz we danced on that one night


I remember you lost your rhythm


And your metaphysics of time


Under my fallen dress


Life was so tragic…


As Phaedra’s destiny


As Chopin’s Nocturne melody


Blood in my veins had flux density


While my soul used to bleed


But now it’s gone


As the memory of your first met


In the land of nowhere, in lost... I bet


In a temple at the age of wars


When your dimples enlightened like thousand stars


Where guns’ shots played us a special waltz


Out of our pain, out of our thoughts


Then yeah, your illusionist smile when you…


Finally, reposed a kiss on my naked poems of you…


Now, it faded away


And it’s gone


You used to look so clean like sea


Empty and calm but full of mystery


Didn’t know I can drown so quickly, yet so deep


Like a disaster, like Shakespeare’s Oedipus


At the sight of the colour of your lips met the morning sun


Like a painting on some Vienna’s walls


Like a metaphor of burning fire when snow falls


Like abnormal belief of comebacking souls


About multiple lives for some bodies with holes


And that terrifying reflexion about the infinite emptiness after existence


Oh, this reminded me of Opera plays with charming actress


All the magic it had


And the music in my head


How this memory now makes me sad…


Even when it’s all gone


The wild blue little heaven on top of our world


Told me that I should write you a final word


But to me, poems will keep me detainee in you forever


I know you are always as lovely as ever


As moonlight, as cuddles and touches at cold weather


No, it ain’t be that sweet, it will turn to poison


As long at it is meant, as long as it’s not freely chosen


Love has lost its black art


And for this, I’ll be gone..

 


by Hiba Mezni

 

 

Gone