the cat
watches
seagulls
from
the windows
facing
the sea
and thinks
I imagine
like most
of us
of the freedom
of flight
other writing
in Maltepe, May 24, 2015
the sun
the sea
outside
the windows
a new day
here
in Maltepe
somewhere out there
no moon
on this side
of the house
just darkness
and a cat
crying
somewhere
out there
like waves
forever constant
my love
washes
on your shore
in dreams
there
in dreams
we speak
a dialogue
never heard
out loud
on holding on
sometimes
we must
let go
to hold
on
looking east
standing
in the dark
looking east
waiting
for the sun
on eating lamb chops for dinner
I know
it’s not
healthy
but the fat
is what
gives it
its taste
the hard part
is saying
goodbye
when
hello
is all
you want
to say
there
there
once more
not finished
yet