STORY OF A SEPARATION

Keyla Cavdar

And man said to woman:
— I love you, 
but how, 
clutching my heart like something made of glass in my palms
bleeding my fingers
as if to break
crazed…
And man said to woman:
— I love you,
but how,
kilometers deep, kilometers straight,
one hundred of one hundred, one thousand five hundred of one hundred,
inexhaustible times one hundred of one hundred…
And woman said to man: 
— I looked
with my lip, my heart, my mind;
loving, fearing, kneeling, 
to your lip, your heart, your mind. 
Now whatever I’m saying
you taught me like a whisper in the dark…
And I now
know: 
Your soil —
like a mother with her sunlit face —
you nursed your most beautiful child 
the last…
But what to do
it seems my hair is tangled
to your fingers which are dying
and saving my skin
is unimaginable!
You
must walk,
looking into the eyes
of the newborn child…
You
must walk, 
leaving me…
She fell silent.
THEY HUGGED
A book fell to the ground…
A window shut…
THEY SEPARATED…