I often catch myself laughing alone in awkward places,
In a queue at the grocery store.
Our nutty conversations bubble up of all sudden.
After which I can conclude that I am just a hapless creature
With chockablock feelings for a girl who isn’t anymore.
I will be roaming the streets of Alexandria alone
It doesn’t matter anymore.
I always viewed the antique city from a distance.
I simply never expected someone would unlock the gates of Alexandria to allow me in
the way you did.
I might come across you again,
Or I’d rather say; someone who looks exactly like you but who has nothing to do with
the Reeya I met on my 28th birthday.
I won’t even flounce a waving hand
You moved on
I won’t seep into your sphere.
Like Cleopatra’s kingdom,
Nothing lasts forever.
But Alexandria is …
The ancient city I do not wish to dissociate from you.
My name is Manisha, 28, from Mauritius island. This poem is an extract of a series of poems (Mein Aha-erlebnis) I wrote for the girl I love. She is my muse, my lodestar.