I believe I only met you once. I can't even remember your voice. You've always been an unfinished business for me, an untold story; my still picture memory.
You cast a spell on me. You live in me. I'm your voice. But I'm nothing even close to you. Not even remotely.
I wish you were here. Maybe you could have helped me with this pathetic life I'm leading. I still see you in my dreams sometimes. Last time you told me to be myself. And I don't know why you said that in English!
Rest in peace.
I love you.
من ماندهام و چنارهای حیاط که میگویند تو کاشتهای٬
چنارهایی که در نبودت سر به آسمان کشیدهاند.
اما دست من از بالای این چنارها هم به دست تو نمیرسد.
P.S. But you didn't used to take pictures, did you? :-)
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