I sat with you sleepy eyed
You’re telling me about something
Yes, I’m listening.
Yes, I am listening.
So you tell me about your aching heart.
Tell me life’s unfair.
Life is bitter and life is sour.
And, boy, you’ve had your share.
You get up and go to the restroom. .
Remember to flush.
Then come and tell me how life smells.
I don’t mind
lending you my ear.
But I know boy.
I know what you’re saying
And behind this face of mine you see
is a broken and interrupted piece of prose.
So here’s to the future.
Let’s make a toast to that.
And here’s to tears
Here’s to the next one to crush our hearts
And spit on our faces.
To forevers and nevers,
and that other thing you said.
You get up and go to the restroom again.
Then come and tell me how what goes in eventually comes out.
Swear to me
Make me promise
To always be your friend.
Tell me that people change.
How nothing lasts forever.
Say, love hurts, that I’ll know when I get there.
I would have said something, nodded, or smiled
but I’ve no energy right now
I’m sleepy,
and I already know.
NOORMOHAMED 