Somewhere, there is the tall guy boarding a plane
who once used to lay down and see her asleep
while she’d open one eye secretly to steal a look
of his worry-less face and worried eyes wide-open
staring at his temporary present through a distance
of miles between them.
Somewhere, there is the girl feeling hot dusty clouds
floating in her lungs as the pile of ash gets soaked
in those salty little drops which never fell anywhere
but on the tall guy’s finger pores and that long stick
burns with the nerves in her mind as the pressure of
her blood lowers down.
Somewhere, there is the small hut on the hills
which echoes with the crying silence of the wishes
of people who made it. There is this couch there,
where no one sits to watch tv together and a
stove on which no food is cooked but the song of love
can still be heard from miles.
Somewhere, across the sleepless nights and
nightmares, there is a branched path like the
lines on one’s hand, telling them to start counting
number of sunsets they have to see without each other
while holding hands with the soul mates that were
always meant for them.
The list of nouns : The tall guy, the girl, the small hut, the hills, the sleepless nights.