Fire

آری، آری ، زندگی زیباست زندگی آتشگهی دیرنده پا برجاست گر بیفروزیش، رقص شعله اش در هر کران پیداست ورنه، خاموش است وخاموشی گناه ماست سیاوش کسرایی / / / / / Life is like fire, can burns forever. If we turn it on we can see flame dances from far away, other wise its dark and thats our fault.

Ayeneh dar Ayeneh sho,
dideh masho,
did maraa


It wasn't his first time. It happened before too. He did missed his beloved firends.
It has been always like that, at the beginning it might be hard but eventually he will get over them. He thought: This is also the same. It will only take some days.
But the feeling was stronger than just missing a lover. He felt like he was missing part of his own soul, he didn't know why....


He tried to remember the good memories:
The time they spend with each other, the music they used to listen together. The converations they had... He remembered the conversations; It was so easy talking to her, he could have tell her whatever it was in his heart and he could feel that she is understanding him, and he knew his feeling was right. His feeling never lied to him.
The memories were so heart warming. He tried to recall more details about her. What did she like? What did she like to talk about? What was the color of her eyes?

He thought but he couldn't recall.
He tried to think deeply. Didn't work. He was shocked. He knew nothing about her but howcomes?
He recalled: He was the one who always talked and she listened, He could feel that she was listening and that was all he was asking for.

Did she ever talked about herself?
yah, Once she did. The day she was so excited, that day she talked hours and hours about her self. But he knew what she was saying wasn't the truth, beacus it was opposite the image he had from her and he didn't believe her that day.
By the way what did she say on that special day? He asked himself.
He couldn't remember, probably what she said it wasn't important.

Did she ever asked him to do some thing for her?
He recalled once she asked him not to call her by her last name and he responded:
"I love you, I love every thing about you and I love your last name."
and he couldn't remember how did he call her after that.



It felt like he was missing part of his own soul, not just a firend.

Maybe it wasn't her that he was missing,
It was himself....