I left you without saying goodbye

though, It doesn’t matter to you

l was Pluto and you were Sun

Smog of indifference around

growing up more than a giant

with thousands of heads

When you cried, acidic tears

burned my clothes and eyes

Your face got a lunar spot

My throat dried and you

couldn’t afford water to heal

the cracks of the boxwoods’ lips

Trees fell down one by one

and you didn’t care until

all the pines were extinct

and only ravens remained

croaking to please you

competing with cats on your leftovers

I wonder why you cover

your appearance by soft

granites and priceless rugs

I knew that too many lovers

left you, and I was less

than a nothing among them

Every single day, I asked

if you looked at my flight

when I departed you, Tehran

— Soodabeh Saeidnia

Soodabeh was born in Iran and…

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4 thoughts on “Separation

    1. Appreciate for reading my poems. We live in a world that people are no longer interested in poems and literature. Although the access to poems are easier, there is no support for poets and writers. I thank you for your kind words.


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