I’m looking for a house
When words flying away from me
Untold stories boiling in me
Evaporating to nowhere.
I’m wandering from the street
To the street looking for
A house.
A house once had been mine
Not anymore.
I’m looking for a house
To find my memories
Written on flowerbeds
On the cobblestones,
On the walls
Unreadable to anyone
I’m looking for a room
Full of dreams
Kept in bookcases
In the closets
Hanging from hangers.
I’m looking for a house
A house full of untold words
A house full of dreams.
June. 4, 2018
Mehri Yalfani: Novelist, Poet, Short Story Writer 