Elif,
It’s been a long time since I last saw you
The other day, on the street
I came across a version of yourself
You had already lost your voice
- while on the shelf
You set your name in bold, made it larger
or maybe you’re just being a forger
I stepped back, I checked myself too
maybe I outgrew what once I knew
You’re still there, history made new
a drop in the ocean, same old view
The day comes in, with muse and sin
are you still where the dawn has been
You grew, yet grew small and stayed
Forever young, incompetence misplaced
Writing left you long before,
and pretense became your core
Did you add rivers into the sky
or bend your prayers and blur the why?
Elif, there are no rivers in the sky
it’s time to bend, don’t ask why
A stream, I say, a simple stream
like the Kağıthane stream
I couldn’t tell what was real
sky and ground weren’t clear
Elif, you are beautiful, just as you are
It matters now, don’t come as you are
Like a vav, like a curve that bends
like Fibonacci that never ends
it’s time to bend, not stand so tight
Postural overcorrection my Elif
This dawn could cane the night
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