Irish Eyes: A Disclosure

Dear Mary Sullivan,
It has been six years now
Since I left your home at West Roxbury.

When we first met
You said to me
-Hasan, you have green Irish eyes.

Maybe you were right
Maybe I was related to the divine race of Ireland
Someway,somehow.

I was angry with you
But when I look back
Things seems different now.

I realized that I missed you so much
I had left a broken heart behind me.

It is improbable to say such a thing
It was only four weeks
But I think the tension between us
Was love.

I always hated the emotions that love brought
.
Being smitten,
Missing the beloved one all time
Silly games played by both sides
inspiring jeaoulsy and hate.

A mind fixed and obsessed with just one person.

Instead of love
We supposed to be making love.

Laying in the coach anf watching TV together
Eating suppers silently
Taking baths together
And making love again most of the time.

Just you and me.

Living an uneventful and sedate life
In the suburban heaven of West Roxbury.

PS:Mary Sullivan was my host during my stay at Boston.

Hasan Ali Tokuqin
Istanbul/Turkey