It's cold here

where khayee left me

my heart still burns

though the pain subsides

Nights are longer now

pancakes are tasteless

your towel still hangs there

the saffron is pink now

flavorless it sits

I burn the rice as always

the dreams were left out

on the counter they sat

till nighttime fell on them

and the maggots devoured

have you ever

wanted to say goodbye

to someone

who wasn't there?