Can you place your hand on your heart and say that distance has truly managed to separate us...really? Even staying leagues and leagues away, how much have you managed to remove yourself from my thoughts?
The first day you stopped sending those good morning notes, waking up, could you forget me that day? Or did you have to force yourself to forget... Never mind, let me not send that note today!
Don't you tell yourself like a self-deceiver every moment... I've forgotten her, I've truly forgotten her! Sitting at the dinner table every day, doesn't it cross your mind...has she eaten?
When you put your hand to some new writing, or when some newborn, fresh piece of writing smiles before your eyes, whose name comes to mind first? Do you tell anyone...the way you told me? Or if you do tell, if you lose yourself in new eyes, even in that moment of telling, can you loudly declare, can you keep forgetting me? Tell me, does the one you tell also listen exactly the way I did?
When you close your tired eyes from writing, whom do you see first? When the subject of love comes up, whose name comes to mind first? When you read a new book of poems, even then, doesn't it sometimes occur to you— she loved reading poetry so much! If she had this book in her hands, if she could read these poems, she would have been truly, truly happy!
When your emotions are brimming over, in those moments, now whose presence do you long for, to hold close? Even in those moments, how can you blissfully forget me? Or do you still have to force yourself to forget, wrestling with yourself?
With whom do you get agitated while fighting? Tell me, do you even fight with anyone else anymore? When it comes to leaving someone, whom do you remember? Having to forget someone, having to start the game of love all over again, thinking of all this...doesn't weariness come to your mind?
When you want to forget sometimes, can you forget, just like that? Or do my terrible behaviors still hurt you then? These days when someone hurts you, I suppose you don't fear getting hurt anymore? How could you? I alone have given you a world's worth of wounds! Who else in this world has the audacity to deliver such devastating blows as I have!
Whom do you hold close in your sleep these days? Whose poetry do you read in the afternoon? Do you still stay late at the office after work? Do you still have the habit of staying up at night writing? Sitting at the office, in between work, whom do you text on the sly? Do you get as irritated with anyone else as you used to get with me?
Your neglect, your riddles— does anyone else bear them the way I did? These days you have no heart for love, isn't that right? Neither do I, you know. Won't you ask why? Again and again, someone like you, where else will I find one, tell me? You are my only you! To spend an entire life, what else do I need besides this one you?
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