no use knocking at my door,
ı dont think ı live here anymore.
ı live ın the past you see
ı think of the last time we were there
before you went with her.
all my letters lie unopened,
along with calling cards and tokens.
ı cannot read, you see,
ı think of the need to be by you now
ıf ı could only move somehow.
the albums strewn without their clothes
gather dust amoung the grooves.
the only one ı play ıs blue,
ıt makes me think of you.
Ekleyen : Ali İhsan Candemir