COME

I know we don't have anyhting to talk about
But take your eyes with you and come
The wound in your hand
Your silence
Your dilettante
I don't believe if someone loves me
If someone loves you
You'll be ashamed
Even as if carrying pitty for an unknown illness, still come
I know we don't have anyhting to talk about
But you have my sorrow, make sure you bring that too, and come...


Cezmi Ersoz
Translated by Emine Dilek