A Poem by Nadia Zahran

Dry, overcooked birds never appealed to me

Deep-fried…something I’ve never had

Forced conversation coupled with wine that does nothing for my palette

Nothing but a bitter reminder of what I can’t have-

Conversations with her that I had, or never had-

Conversations lost while she was lying in that hospital bed, motionless, taken for granted, taken from me way too soon

If I could only taste that dry meat once more-

Dinners I took for granted when she was alive-

Conversations that I still don’t actively have with the other half that’s still around

Still taking relationships for granted

Still stifled in my solitude

Thinking about those lost moments, but not actively taking advantage of the moments I can still have-

Just making more decisions that I know I’ll live to regret

The richness of these moments I still evade

The ridges of the cranberry sauce bring me back-

The canned fruit that’s necessary to outweigh the desiccation of the meat

I still miss it so much

I still miss her so much-

Years later, I can’t get past the regrets

Stuffed in my throat is the memory of lousy dinners while she was reaching out-

I never grabbed onto her-

I never appreciated the dryness of the meat-

Longing for those terrible Thanksgiving dinners I lost

While I sit here alone on this day eating cold pizza that doesn’t fill the hole

© 2017 Nadia Zahran

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Try the deep fried won't regret it. Sad story but superbly written

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Added on December 25, 2017
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Nadia Zahran
Nadia Zahran

Ferndale, MI

Metro Detroit poet trying to get back into the scene, as writing is my one true love. more..

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