Cold Winter Dawn

By Ramin Melikov

Not an angel, not a demon,
Just an earthly traveler,
Back from traveling the world,
Here to see your eyes.
Tired, cold, hungry and thirsty,
Desperate for nourishment,
Sleepless on this winter dawn,
I’m here scraping ice.

Happy birth day, been a while,
Here’s a card and flowers.
I drew the card myself, you know,
Grew flowers on my own.
There’s a poem in the card,
A short story about us.
I never wrote you one like that,
It’s different than before.

This poem is not like one
I wrote after our first kiss,
It’s different than the one
I wrote after our first love.
This poem’s different than all
The breakup poems I wrote,
It’s even different than the one
When you left me for good.

This poem’s pointless,
I’ll not read it aloud,
I’ll place it here on the stone,
Along with ring and flowers.
I’ll finish scraping this thick ice
That’s covering your eyes.
And then I’ll sit here ‘till dusk,
Burning all these poems.