AnAchronism by Alp Özçelik

I look at you
And I see the enjambment in your eyes
That I sometimes see.
Whenever I remember the day
That rolled away ever-so-quietly,
That I didn’t even know it was gone
(Or was it because of some fickle serendipity
That we saw each other again?
I wouldn’t know.)
The day that we ran into each other again
Just for the shortest time – the first glimpse of the hour
(But not the second)
I sighed that surreptitious sigh
Because I knew that you wouldn’t at all.
(You never did.
At least, I never knew.)

You walked through the door
Passing me through
(Passing through me)
And I yielded to my senses
(But touch and taste gave way
For sight and the common one)
And I said:



But time was never meant to be captured
And put into small grains of sand
Just like that bubble of a feeling that I have
For you, it needs to flutter away on its own
And wait for the corner where it’ll pop
(For it’ll pop for sure),
Zigzagging in the air.