You Were Never Really Here

I found a poem you wrote and I told you I didn’t get it
I didn’t understand what you meant by saying
“Being with you all this time was enigmatic”
But you kept quite like I said nothing

Years are passing by for me but
I still have no single clue about that poem
Because every time you were around was something
I cherised till the day you left

Tell me more about you blackened my path and
Asked lunar to shine my room, I insist, because
If I had been more more more more me
I would have open up a road map
Made it obvious for you to point at no way

You didn’t have to arrange any eclipse or
Decorate my mind with any celestial body
Because I never stopped whistling your name
It should had been enough for you to breath
And I should had been enough for years

For I’m not disruptive person
There’s nothing to regret and
This relationship wasn’t even close to average so
If I had been more more more more me
I would have been realize what you think about me
Made it obvious for me to walk away long before you did

Azmi, Februari 2022

Nowhere to Look

This is a game of two which

No one can control the outcome so

Both cheating by keep being shooter by

Rolling in the same manner by

Winning some and losing some by

Playing for the years of imprint but

What's the prize?

Azmi, October 2020

Get Rid

That day I woke up in a sec only for

Noticing you sent me a pointless message

So I threw my phone away then

I did daydream about getting what I like the most for

24h which were long period for me and

I was merely breathing in the hallway and

You could watch me dying but

You were too late

Azmi, September 2020

Written on May, 2020

I Wish I Win

Never have a chance to give you more than a greeting
Because time is confusing and your room is empty

After years apart and all the repeated running
Winning yours is finish line I bury deep

Azmi, April 2020

Pathetic

You may take the bathroom for yourself

I will let you let the water runs dry

as you tear out a name and only a name

Even the door will be closed and locked

I know you sit down with clothes on there

I see it from your poetry/poetry/poetry/poetry

and thousand of your script/script/script/script

which you hide in cloud and stack of papers

which the name will never notice but me

Azmi, April 2020