
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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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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