Knitting needles are flying in the air
I am forcing myself not to think of him, but can't
too many knots were tied between us
too many bonds were desperately done.
I will close my eyes , trying to pray.
But his body, flesh come into my mind.
I imagine our last passionate kiss
how we spoke of love,
making a foolish craze.
I will call him then.
Damn! I am too weak!
everybody says - I am short of pride.
I will shout loudly
"Do visit me!"
and I spit on what
morning will bring....