HE'S MY MAN - Zeynep Kaynaklar

 HE'S MY MAN

He lit his cigarette once again,

With sun glasses on, looking fine and vain.

His tea half-finished, left behind,

Lost in the rush, lost in his mind.

I was the warmth, his hand would feel,

A secret with me, forever sealed.

He is my man, or so I thought,

A dream once real, now left to rot.

Yet he never sets me free,

His ghost still lingers, watching me.

- Zeynep KAYNAKLAR

11.02.2025 08.33