How Could I Tell Her
written by: Tasos Kyrtasoglou
She said “I‘ve known you before,
that’s how I feel it”.
But I preferred not to respond,
my head bent to the floor.
How could I tell her
that I was
that salty tear in her eye,
the breeze that’s scattering
her perfume all around?
How could I tell her
that I was
the color red in tender lips,
the vein that pulses
in a neck so bright?
How could I tell her
that I was
a tiny dimple when she smiled,
the flare in hazel eyes
while she was dreaming?
How could I tell her
that I was
a gentle breathing in her sleep,
a mellow sigh when she thought
of other guys?
Things like these
could not be said.
My head bent to the floor.
I couldn’t stand to see her go
for one more time.
Tasos Kyrtasoglou
I am a playwright from Greece since 2016. Three out of five plays of mine have been awarded since, in different writing contests. In 2018, I have released one of my plays, "Virginia", in an e-book format, under the Creative Commons Licence. I also write poems and short stories.
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