You werent with me either.
Like me with me
And even like a body with me
You werent with me either.
What I Thought
There must be air
Or even
I thought it was you
It should be separate from the informants
You werent with me either.
You werent with me either.
You werent one of us either.
The essence of pain must be sound
Or with me, at the same table at night.
It must be of my kind, love and God
You werent one of us either.
You werent a believer either.
On our kilim and even in our sanctuary
I was naïve enough to think
Your unworthy hands
He must be free like any lover
