The park bench

by Yakari Gabriel   Apr 18, 2014


In the poem
we have not spoken yet
I am sitting in a park bench,
and you sit down
next to me, you look at me.
just a friendly glance
your eyes warm and green
I could read them,
you were hoping I
wouldn't mind you sitting there
and truth is I didn't -
you must have felt that

you get lost in that
book you are holding,
everything and nothing
comes to my mind

..you're reading poetry

I wonder what brought you
there, who you were missing
or if there was anyone waiting
for you back home

I look at you again..
the book, Garcia Marquez,

it suddenly hit me that
you were probably
here a decade and something
before me

and again, I did not mind.

you are marquez, coelho, neruda
and silverstein
while i am waheed, harris, patterson and shire.
different space and different
names but we are one and the same.

--
for my idol, and my queen.

Happy birthday Maria!
I adore you.

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