A quiet picture. A colored sketch. Painless flow of emotions with rigid movement. Intensifying love gapping through middle. Uninterested with a hint of intention. Happiness glared through sadness. They say, eyes talk, babe, ours shouted. You, finding me with your eyes like I was lost, like you missed me. Me, lost among the words I read. A breath of air flared. Swiveling your hair. A small smile slipping on your face. An orange fraction of light reflects on the edge. It’s summer and winter. It embeds the lyrics ‘No more distance, let’s just dance’. It’s all the beauty in the world. Declaration of love without statements.

Reverse the waves of ocean that moved toward the shore and take me back there.

How lucky are those people in our picture, who are frozen in a beautiful moment?

…

Almost.

‘That’s my shit’

Rip to this beautiful thing. We had our moments. My endeavor toward you was a reflection of my neglect to the real world. Late nights and quiet drinks will be stored in your fractions that are spread endlessly across my Eqa bet. We all gotta move on some time, maybe tomorrow or maybe never.

Purple matter.

We grew up together, maybe not on the same advice but on similar view. A single curse wicked us both, that was how much we were close. There was no distinction amidst us, there were no pronouns except us and we, he and she were meaningless. Our hands would intertwine. If aliens existed and this mere experience was a footage, she and I were purple matter. Our late afternoons felt like the ending of pink+white, they were beautifully uncertain, ambiguous but with a refreshing breeze. We would kiss without knowing what it meant, with innocence and purity. First love is a myth, you could have a first kiss, a first infatuation, a first late night, a first song together but not love. There is no space in my grey matter that could comprehend I let my first love go because I just grew up. Every still afternoon, I could feel the wind picking her scent and gazing towards me. It feels like my childhood, like yesterday. I miss you, I miss yesterday-

“Dear Cass,” he said, and smiled, “I know we have now, but I don’t think we have much of a future.”

I feel like love is what a scoop of a sun could taste like. A flaming sweetness. It takes patience and endearment to sustain its torture. It’s dreamy and chaotic. It’s the rush of chemicals through the mass of neurons entangled in our massive brain. Every end of it will tire out figuring what just happened. Your eyes will bleed colors. You will cry in the shades of your room to cover your weakness, because love had made you terribly feint. It seems like sitting on a horizon, dreamy, unrealistic but beautiful. It’s a shout for help, because knees are too delicate to carry the weight of love.

Smile more this year.

‘ያን ጫማሽን አርገሽው ነይ በዛው ...'

በድምፀቱ ውስጥ ፍቅር የተቀባ ትእዛዝ አለ:: ሆዴ ላይ ያረፈችውን ነጭ ላባ ( ከየት እንደገባች ባላቅም) በእጄ ያዝኳት:: በጆሮዬ እና በትከሻዬ ላይ የተደገፈው ስልኬ ይሞቃል::

'እ... እሽ... አደርጋለው'

በተንተባተበ ቃላቶቼ ውስጥ ያልተረዳኝ አለመመቸት አለ:: እንዳደርግ የፈለገውን ጫማ ከቁምሳጥኔ ላይ ተቀምጣ አየሁአት:: ሽፋኗ ጥቁር ሆና ቀያይ ጣቶቼን ምታሳይ- ሶሏ የደበዘዘ ቡኒ- ከቁርጭምጭምቴ ስር ደሞ ወፍራም ጥልፍልፍ የሆነች 'ሂል' ጫማ ነች:: እጆቼ ከተሰቀለችበት ተዘርግተው አወረዱአት:: መሬት ላይ ተቀምጣ ተያየን::

ፀሀይ ካልገባች አንገናኝም:: ሰፈሩም በጭርታ ብዛት የእንቁራሪቶች ድምፅ ካልጎላ አንተያይም:: የፍቅራችን ምስክር ጨረቃ ናት- እና ብዙ ያለምክንያት የሚስቁ ኮከቦች:: ከምንገናኝበት ጠይም እንጨት ስር ሁሌ ከሚያደርጋት ካኔተራ ስር የተረፈውን ክርኑ እያሸ ይጠብቀኛል:: ቃል ሳንለዋወጥ ላቅፈው እጠጋለው:: ከፊል በበደነው እጁ ወገቤን በስሱ ይይዛል:: ብዙ ዘመን ሚመስሉ ብኩን ደቂቃዎች ይነጉዳሉ:: በልባችን ትርታ ዜማ ውስጥ እንሰወራለን:: ዛሬም- ነገም- ትናንትም የሉም:: በፍቅር ውስጥ ጊዜ ምንድነው?

ከመስኮቱ ፊት አግድም የተዘረጋችው አልጋ ላይ ጫማዬን ልፈታ እቀመጣለው:: ሁሌ በማይለወጥ ድምፁ

'ይችን ጫማ እንዴት እንምወዳት ብታቂ... እይው እስኪ እንዴት እንደሚያምርብሽ?'

አይኖቼን አሁንም ጫማዎቼ ላይ ናቸው:: ከቁርጭምጭሚቴ ስር የታሰሩትን ክሮች በፈታው ቁጥር በስሱ የበለዘው ቆዳዬ ይጋለጣል:: ፈትቼ እንደጨረስኩ ፊቴን ወደሱ አዞራለው:: አይኖቹ ውስጥ የማልቀዝፈው ህዋ አለ:: ብሰምጥበት ለመውጣት ማልታገልበት:: ትንሽ ፈገግታ ከከንፈሩ ሾለከች:: አጠገባችን የበራችው ሻማ በቀስታ መቅለጥ ቀጠለች::

ሰንበር ፀሀይ በመጋረጃዎቹ በኩል ስትሾልክ ክንዴን ይነካኛል:: ፊቱን ወደ አይኔ ባያዞርም- ነጠላ ቃል ካፉ ባይወጣም ምን ለማለት እንደፈለገ ይገባኛል:: ከተበተኑት ልብሶች ውስጥ ቀሚሴን ፈልጋለው:: የተዘረሩትን ጫማዎቼን ሳደርግ በከፊል ሲያየኝ ይሰማኛል:: ወደሱ አልዞርም:: የቀሰስታ ድምፅ አሰምታ ምትከፈተውን በሩን ከፍቼ ወጣለው:: ወፍራም እንባ ከአይኔ ስር ቢያቀርም ወደነጋው ከተማ ውስጥ በተኮሳተረ ፊት እገባለው:: ለሊት የመጣሁበት መንገድ በእጥፍ ይረዝምብኛል:: የሚናፍቅ ልብ ጊዜ አያውቅም:: ቤቴ ገብቼ ማንም ሳያየኝ ወደ ምስራቅ የተከፈቱትን መስኮቶች ዘጋለው:: መጋረጃውን ገጥማለው:: ሰዉ ወደ ዛሬው ሲወጣ ትናንቴ ውስጥ ልቀበር አልጋዬ ላይ እዘረራለው:: ከምወረውራቸው ጫማዎቼ ውስጥ የደማው እግሬ ከሩቅ ያንፀባርቃል:: አይኔን በቀስታ ከደንኳቸው:: አእምሮዬ ውስጥ አሁንም ያቺ ሻማ ቀልጣ አልጨረሰችም::

ከወራት በህዋላም አንዲት በኮሰሰች ከሰአት ይደውላል:: ስሜ ባይሆንም በወፍራም ድምፁ *አልማዝዬ ብሌ ይጠራኛል:: ቢያመኝም ያን 'ጫማዬን' አጥልቄ ሄዳለው::

ፍቅር ትንሽ ትንሽ አያደማም ያለው ማነው?

በ'ፍቅር

@lukeyos

*ሚኒልክ ወሰናቸው እንደሚሉት::

Let’s be strangers for a day,

Let’s wake up separately, glare at the different side of the sun. Let’s settle in the mist and get lost, like we never even knew each other. Let’s have sip of coffee and not think about what to say to one another. Let’s grab our coats and walk through the morning breath, and smile to the lake sparkling with sunshine. We can go to work, sit at different tables, laugh at people’s joke. You could wear a loosely tight black dress with a nice coat resting on your shoulders. I would slip in that navy coat you love. It will be midday all of a second and we will go out, separately and accidentally to the same spot. You would have some friends around, arguing about what to eat. I will sit impatiently waiting for the food I ordered ten minutes ago. Amidst all the chaos running between, you will look at me. I will in fact look at you, with neglect, like I didn’t care. It would happen twice, trice and all over again till you finally smile at me and fall in love again.

Let’s be strangers for a day
I promise you, I will love you again.

B’Fkr
@lukeyos