He slowly stood up. He was leaving. He was going to do me after. I wiped my tears and stood up. He was silent with his eyes that translated every question into meaning. He was looking at me pityingly. My sentence endings, the full stops of which were stolen, just stood there. "I have collected beautiful loneliness for you." His lips moved, as if he were groaning, "You have remained such a child in love, afraid of stepping on your own shadow..." he could only say.

There he was, leaving. He would never come back. It would never happen again. Only a "don't go" could come out of my lips. He looked at my face and said, "If your words are starting to hurt the ointment, be quiet inside you, hear me inside you." He left my jacket on the bench and started walking. Those shouldn't have been his last words! I shouted after him, "You can't throw me out of your life that you never took me from so cheaply!" He turned back and said, "You can't be kicked out of a place you're not invited to." Those were his last words. He left...

Kahraman Tazeoğlu, who touches your hearts with his poems and novels, invites you to an emotional journey with "Başka".

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