Palmas Sordas

To part

And leave behind

In melody and in silence

What I have not done

Part to part

Kettle on the stove

But the stove is cold

Cherry tobacco in a tin can

But my pipe is old

To part

And leave unchanged

The lust that turned to rust

Near the empty window

That looks on to nowhere

Part to part

Whispering North winds

Have already kept their secret

But forgot where they kept them

Yet know why

To part

Knowing that what I felt the first time

Will happen again to those who stay

Near the empty window

That looks on to those

Who depart

October 15, 2013

©Vahé Kazandjian, 2013