Your spirit lingers in a dozen books
I have inherited; poems by Adonis, Balakian, Passolini —
some translated from tongues you spoke
or still remembered.
Sad Days of Light states one title,
I want to live, screams another.
In the lost pages, French stamps,
postcards neatly typed —
one thanking you for a charming dinner,
another with your neat script — never mailed;
a receipt of books purchased in Boston,
pencil marks underlining many words.
I am like a voyeur peeking
into your daily life of
some 30 years ago
wondering who you were then,
When was the last time someone brought you a book,
the last time you read in bed,
and placed your glasses down to wipe tears of joy.
When was the last time you stole a kiss.
Neery Melkonian (1955-2016)
Lola Koundakjian lives in Washington Heights, NYC, where she enjoys the native fauna and flora. She curates a poetry series at the Zohrab Information Center in midtown Manhattan, and since 2006, has promoted Armenian culture with texts, translations and audio for the Armenian Poetry Project.