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Uninvited

by Sam Harty

By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYPublished 2 years ago • 2 min read

I remember coffee for kisses

and beers on the balcony

smiles and laughs on the ferry

friendship sealed with moments

like I had never seen.

--

I remember smiling children

like on Christmas day opening

all the gifts I brought their way.

Family meals and hugs and not

wanting to leave, your smile

and laugh being my only reprieve.

--

I remember cay and simits at the

little cafe when we had our favorite

waiter and his happy smiles.

The children and ice cream and

pizza with corn, I never had

such a good time since the day

I was born.

--

I remember visiting Lucky's

the Big cafe as we called it

and trying Turkish delight for

the very first time, smoking

Hooka and watching you was

more than sublime.

--

I remember kisses in the

elevator that I didn't see

coming and walks down Istanbul

streets where I would loose my

breath but what you didn't know

was it was watching you walk ahead

that almost sent me straight

to my death. :D

--

I remember the way your skin felt

beneath my finger tips as I massaged

you on the couch. Your smiles, your

body responding along with the

occasional ouch.

--

I remember going to the park with

the boy and watching him play with

his newly received toy. We sat and

talked, my lousy knowledge of Turkish

and your broken English, we were a

sight to see, two friends just being

what we'd be.

--

Today I got your text. You wanted

me to move on. The distance made

friendship pointless you said,

which translated sounded blunt

and mean but what could I say

it appears to be over or that's

what it seems.

--

I cried until I couldn't cry

another tear, I feel empty and

lonely knowing you'll never again

be near.

--

So I'm left with memories and

love unrequited. My heart for

now remains living in a land

where it is no longer invited.

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Thanks for reading, I'm in a terrible state. My heart is splayed open and bleeding the ink of every poem that began and ended with her. -Sam

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RIP: Sam and Nilüfer

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ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY

Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me

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