You Are There Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

YOU ARE THERE
I invented you in the way I invented myself. I invented you to be my wings in my stubborn daze. Oh, sorry, there is not an open gate inside the maze kissing my pale haze. Oh, sorry for my tears watering my land's jade plants. You don't have any wings to give away. I invented you to breathe in my own craze. My breath is nothing else but a poppy's trace. I invented my vivid fable and I know you are there.