© Lozan Yamolky
When you lay down
pretending you are there
yet you are not,
leave me.
When you lay in our bed next to me
unable to sleep
with your heart burdened
wondering why you are here,
leave me.
When you find yourself sad heading home to face me;
when you rather work longer hours
just to avoid coming home to me,
leave me.
When you cannot recall the last time
you said, ‘I love you’
and you have no desire to say it anymore,
leave me.
When you find it more gratifying to poke fun at me
and embarrass me rather than say kind words about me
in the presence of others;
when your sarcasm is a statement
of how you truly feel being with me,
leave me.
When you lose all desires you had in the past to please me,
make me happy and help me;
when you withhold affection,
find any excuses to argue
and throw insults
rather than embrace and work it out with me,
leave me.
When nothing I do for you matters,
when nothing I do for myself matters to you,
when non of my dreams,
my ambitions
or my passion matters to you;
when no one I like matters to you,
when I become nothing but a roommate
and when I become a burden to you,
leave me
When you find yourself lonely without me,
breathe a sigh of relief!
Wish me well
and carry on living your life
because you are free now.
Realize all along;
all you had to do
when you stopped loving me
was to
—leave me.
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© Lozan Yamolky
Published in: Creative Quills in Verse
1st Edition 2017
North Vancouver Lynn Valley Library
Published by Lozan Yamolky
First and foremost, I would like to acknowledge that I humbly live on the traditional, unceeded territories of the səlil̓wətaʔɬ (Tsleil-Waututh), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish) & xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam) Nations. Thank you for allowing me to live on your land —Vancouver, BC Canada.
I am a Canadian citizen who migrated from Kurdistan —Present day Northern Iraq, in 1995 after spending over a year as an asylum seeker in Turkey.
I was born and raised in Baghdad in 1972, I am the fifth of eleven children; three boys and seven girls –one brother passed away in infancy.
I am the author of ( I’m No Hero) and ( Counting Waves ) published by: Silver Bow Publishing. I am dedicating my third book of poems ( Dreamers Needed ) to my teenage boys, Trey, 15 and Wyatt, 13.
I started reciting my poems for the first time in 2013 at The Holy Wow Poets Canada in Maple Ridge. I am currently a member of the Canadian Authors Association, Federation of BC Writers, The Royal City Literary Art Society and the Holy Wow Poets Canada. I am presently the secretary of the Royal City Literary Arts Society. I work as a freelance interpreter.
I was commissioned in the fall of 2017 to write a poem about the refugee experience to DaCapo Chamber Choir in Toronto. The event will feature my poem “I am here” in spring 2019.
I was one of the recipients of the 2018 Distinguished Poet Award from WIN– Writers International Network Canada and was 3rd place winner at the 2018 Tagore Festival Peace Poems contest. Since first sharing my poetry in 2013, I have featured in numerous poetry events throughout the Greater Vancouver area.
My work has been published in The Royal City Poets Anthologies (Silver Bow Publishing), The Royal City Literary Arts Society online magazine eZine, Wordplay at Work, Creative Quills Ink Verse (North Vancouver), Celebrate Canada 150 and Culture Days From Far and Wide (Multicultural Creative Writing Collection 2017) and the 2018 Holy Wow Poets Anthology (Maple Ridge).
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This is a beautiful post
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thank you.
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You most welcome. Hope you good
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This WAS and remains such a relevant piece of writing. Thank you my dear friend for sharing your inner world.
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