Teacher If You Leave

Teacher If You Leave

The leaves of the centuries-old plane trees, like my heart, were caught in the southwestern breeze; they were blown in all directions. They scattered along the walls and onto the sidewalks. As I walked from Sirkeci Train Station to the Hatti Imperial Garden, my mind fixated on the sidewalks.

The Bosphorus's cradle is rocking, 'Let the children sleep.' The Milky Way has stretched a greasy rope across the earth, trying to draw me in. The morning I chased in Eminönü has slowly emerged from the night's embrace and taken on a mottled sorrow. Here I await the return of the beloved who had not returned for years.

Someone nearby is telling a cat, searching for food next to a garbage can, their dream in Istanbul Turkish. I've never heard such a sad dream before! Both the reality and the dream of this city can drive a person crazy.

While there are clouds in the sky and my hope is fading, how can you know the pain of someone whose love has been tied to another spring, my dear?

Ankara, where my memories are blended, who are you waiting for in the distance? Just wait and see where the roads will drag me as I try to escape this whirlpool of Istanbul!