Kamand Kojouri

It is not nothing
that it’s the loveliest night of the year
I hear a melody from my balcony
—elsewhere life is exploding 
becoming stars
but all that is lost on me
I am here trying not to name this
How can I not say
that for me
there is not enough of you

I invent you
numerous times a day
practice not saying the words
as you laugh lawlesssly
and hold me in your solid livingness
yet each time I fall 
forever like a leaf
It’s become so hard
I blurted the words 
in a goodbye to your dog

It’s the loveliest night of the year
as I practice unspeaking
how to not say there was
whatever that came before
and then a life of possibility

Kamand Kojouri