If Hafez Were Here Today
In a coffee shop, a boy in a yellow Beatles shirt — "Make it a double shot."
Traffic jam — angels stuck at the red light, waiting for a miracle.
On Twitter: "My heart is broken…" No likes, no replies.
Special discount — The Holy Grail, Out of Stock on Amazon.
Behind the tea cup, sunset in an Instagram story — Hashtag: #Heartbroken
On ChatGPT: "How do you untie these knots?" Server error.
In his notebook, light pencil strokes — Resignation in the margins.
A dark café, red lipstick, neon nails — "Wait, let me post this."
Apartment hunting — Deposit too high, so is the rent — so is the weight on his chest.
On the subway, coffee cup in hand, sad songs in his earbuds.
In a dim apartment, white walls, Googoosh playing softly.
"How to heal a broken heart?" Google offers silence.
At therapy — "Tell me about your feelings…" Hafez stays quiet.
Selling fortunes at the station — One for love, one for money, one for survival.
Friday night — dark window, a ghost of you passing by.
In traffic, in line for bread, in a child’s waiting eyes…
"I need to start over." Sunset again — in his story.
