Was our love virtual?

You were a warm hello on an icy screen, you were more real than the most real.

On the journey whose route was drawn by our fingers touching the Keyboard we met at the same stop.

You were a warm hello, you were on an ice-cold screen. We were alone, no way, we were alone, somehow aloe we escaped from our virtuality in real life

Didn’t we undress to reality when the loneliness in our pockets became heavy.

Then didn’t we wear our words on our nakedness! Didn’t we open all our secrets, free as we wanted, crazy as we wished, children as we couldn’t live, ourselves as we believed, how we flowed to each other in time, like rivers that found arms.

Didn’t we ask, didn’t we tell each other about our unspoken savings, our broken hopes, the edict left by our paid times, what we lost, trusting each other!

Didn’t we laugh even at the most laughable things in a fairy tale like children, with laughter, mischievously, throwing away the seriousness of the whole day!

As free as we can be, as comfortable as we can break, carelessly strict, with all our anger, didn’t we take out the anger of our piled up rebellions from each other, didn’t we shout loudly in silent letters with our hatreds that we collected from another life?

Didn’t we take refuge in the sincerity of the accents, didn’t we age our words with the longing of a friend’s chest, didn’t we hug each other in the black loneliness of cold nights, didn’t we cry letter by letter !… We made the rain rain together, we made the sun rise, we were cold in the cold of the same season in different seasons, we warmed up in the heat, we shared.

On the tired evening of any given day, there’s nothing that doesn’t touch our lips

we savoured a cup of coffee, we lit each other’s cigarettes,

We sat side by side in separate armchairs, we shared.

We visited friends, we shopped, the clocks stopped.

we’ve wandered the streets, sleepless in cities we don’t know.

We slept in their homes, we woke up, we told each other our dreams, we shared them.

We were more real than the most real.

When words are inadequate, we put it on the screen like a piece of paper.

we wanted to crumple it up and throw it away and be closer. But we didn’t.