August 6, 2023 - “For Me” by Rahil Najafabadi
FOR ME
I wonder why the sharpest tooth pulls on the last kiss,
but it does, and it stings when my face has been bare.
Your eyes are like two pots of honey. A gaze that touches
me with a volcanic burn, only for it all to become dust?
I am watching myself as a memory from the future now,
I may feel stupid and proud. I may say it wasn’t true.
It wasn’t for me. I don’t see my smile, I see yours.
The song of my laugh is a sound lost in the distance,
I hardly hear it anymore. All I search for is the joy of others,
the meaning of myself in the world of another.
But why does your joy make me think I’m happy for me?