سکته‌ی سوم – شعری از مجید نفیسی

        Third Stroke

By Majid Naficy

The wind carried us

To an unfamiliar restaurant.

It was Valentine’s Day.

We clinked our glasses together

And got lost in the hubbub of lovers.

The food was not good.

We paid the check

And got up to leave.

You grasped my hand.

Suddenly I heard:

“Hold me! Hold me!”

And you fell into my arms.

Now, after midnight

While I am returning home

From the hospital alone

I see you smiling at me

In all your confusion.

I say: “Third time lucky”

And cry in the wind.

        February 15, 2023