FORLORN

-To the lonely and those who feel itself lonely…-
 

On the day you are forgotten

The Northeast winds will blow for you,

They will crack your hands, feet and lips,

The south winds will swell the sea for you,

They will take away your breakwater,

You will look back sadly,

You will understand…

And then, you will cry, you will cry.

You will fit into a fall season with your shed tears,

You will long for a breath of life for the rest of your life…

The moment you approach the Day of Judgement, shrouds will be cut separately for you,

They will lift them to the stone of the cross for your sole and final reign…

They will say the first scaffold, the last move of the lonely,

They will say the heart is dry, love is plastered to the grave…!

You will not be able to shake it in the hand of those left behind.

They will look back sadly at you,

They will understand…!

And then they will cry for you…

In the end, they will say a single word;

“He,

fitted in with the season of Autumn,

He longed for a breath of life,

He washed with a few buckets of water on the chalkboard”

20.February.1978
Istanbul