Tissues Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tissues

Wish was not a poet,
Observant and concerned
Of people, Earth, Nature;
All around, everywhere.

While driving on road
Looked in all car's mirrors;
To see known, also unfamiliar!

She sat in front seat
To right of driver;
Was silent passenger!

Drenched was with tears;
Held tissues, in bundle
And cleaning a face that
I cannot explain…

Saw her and was shattered!

Saw her face and her hair
Gotten red and purple
From inside fire;
Just nodded and confirmed!

Driver was a male
With an age near hers;
Sat firm, in control
And spoke non-stop
She nodded as if "Yes! "

Did they fight over the…?
Was he kind and saviour?
Was she caught red-handed?

I recall her face well,
Seemed fire in the rain,
Her lips buds, but faded
With two eyes, springs
Of salty warm water;
Wish wasn't a poet!