If by Can Yucel
It is not that important to leave and go
if it didn’t leave gaps behind
that were impossible to fill.
Even the big separations are not that hard to endure,
if they were started at the best moment.
Crying is not something to be ashamed of,
if the tears were coming from the heart.
Stealing is not disgraceful,
if it was the heart of somebody that was stolen.
Love has nothing to be afraid of,
if one could get rid of all skins.
A known voice would not make one so upset,
if it was never heard.
The leakproof embraces would perhaps be forgotten more easily,
if they were not wrapped with passionate love.
The big hazel eyes would head to uncertainty as time passes,
if they didn’t look so crazy.
It would perhaps be easy to forget the burning taste of a wet kiss,
if the heart did not press on the rib cage that hard.
The long night conversations could be replaced by something else,
if the last cigarette was not shared breath by breath.
It wouldn’t snow even on dreams,
if fears had not wounded love in the battles.
Time, still as if it would never pass, would fly like an arrow,
if the one that was worth waiting for would come at the end.
Even the colour of the hair in dreams would fade away with time,
if their inexpressible smell had not stuck on the pillows.
Even that huge, that splendid end, death, would lose its meaning,
If everything worth living was already lived.
Loneliness would not be that unbearable,
If the final glimmer of hope had not faded away.
The spring sun perhaps would not heat this much,
if life did not start again after every loss.
It would perhaps not be necessary to smoke before breakfast,
if a giant wave of longing did not challenge.
Maybe the thin waist would remain in memories,
Even if the shameless tea was not given in a thin-waisted glass.
Sleeplessness would not ruin that badly right after short naps,
if the silk skin to touch was not that far away.
Even a jobless home could turn to paradise maybe,
if it was heated by a warm smile.
Poems with the taste of aged wine would not feel as poor,
if there was someone to whisper them to.
It would perhaps not be possible to believe that every love hides a separation deep inside,
if it did not have on its calling card the label ‘the first degree perpetrator of so many separations’.
Daisies would not really look down,
if they did not have their shares from your betrayal.
Coasts would not surrender to solitude,
if you did not try to console yourself with aimless strolls on your own faint coasts.
I will be alone after you go.
and I am not afraid of being alone,
but what if I want to hold your hands…
Who would miss the smell of the sweat inside your palms,
who would want to lie along your thin fingers,
if these eyes had not witnessed a splendid period in their past!!