I remember coffee for kisses
and beers on the balcony
smiles and laughs on the ferry
friendship sealed with moments
like I had never seen.
--
I remember smiling children
like on Christmas day opening
all the gifts I brought their way.
Family meals and hugs and not
wanting to leave, your smile
and laugh being my only reprieve.
--
I remember cay and simits at the
little cafe when we had our favorite
waiter and his happy smiles.
The children and ice cream and
pizza with corn, I never had
such a good time since the day
I was born.
--
I remember visiting Lucky's
the Big cafe as we called it
and trying Turkish delight for
the very first time, smoking
Hooka and watching you was
more than sublime.
--
I remember kisses in the
elevator that I didn't see
coming and walks down Istanbul
streets where I would loose my
breath but what you didn't know
was it was watching you walk ahead
that almost sent me straight
to my death. :D
--
I remember the way your skin felt
beneath my finger tips as I massaged
you on the couch. Your smiles, your
body responding along with the
occasional ouch.
--
I remember going to the park with
the boy and watching him play with
his newly received toy. We sat and
talked, my lousy knowledge of Turkish
and your broken English, we were a
sight to see, two friends just being
what we'd be.
--
Today I got your text. You wanted
me to move on. The distance made
friendship pointless you said,
which translated sounded blunt
and mean but what could I say
it appears to be over or that's
what it seems.
--
I cried until I couldn't cry
another tear, I feel empty and
lonely knowing you'll never again
be near.
--
So I'm left with memories and
love unrequited. My heart for
now remains living in a land
where it is no longer invited.
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Thanks for reading, I'm in a terrible state. My heart is splayed open and bleeding the ink of every poem that began and ended with her. -Sam
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RIP: Sam and Nilüfer
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Comments (10)
Beautifully-penned; I wish I could remove the pain! Hope you get to feeling better soon, Sam!
Hi Sam, breaking up is never easy. you think you are going to die, and yet somehow you survive. Then with every day that passes, in some small, you find the strength to keep going until all that remains are memories. Just as yo said: "I cried until I couldn't cry another tear, I feel empty and lonely knowing you'll never again be near." One day you stop crying. Stay strong!
Sending comforting prayers. 🙏🏽
OH, Sam, hugs🫂
I see you had a very nice trip to Turkey with great memories. I am sorry the relationship did not work out. At least she was very honest. Long distant love affair are very hard
I invite you to live in my heart! Amazing work! Loved your poem!
Sam, This is breathtaking....what a gift to love that way. You are not alone <3
So sorry for the heartbreak. Thank you for sharing at such a raw, emotional time.
Sam, your words are filled with such raw emotion and vivid memories, a tapestry of love, laughter, and loss. I can feel the weight of your heartache in each line, as though the ink itself is a testament to the love that once was, now slowly fading into the distance. It's clear that these moments, so deeply etched in your soul, are now both a comfort and a pain. The memories that once brought you joy have become the ones that cut deepest. I’m so sorry you're going through this, and I understand how overwhelming it must feel to have a piece of your heart torn away like this. But in the midst of this pain, I hope you can hold onto the beauty of those memories—the laughter, the shared moments, the feeling of connection. Those moments may not be enough to heal the hurt right now, but they are part of who you are, and they’ll always be a part of you. Sometimes, the people we meet, even if they leave, teach us things about ourselves that we never knew before. Nilüfer was one of those people, and her impact on your heart is undeniable. I can’t offer a solution to the pain you’re feeling right now, but I can say that you don’t have to carry it alone. Write these feelings down, share them, let them spill out of you however they need to. Writing like this is a way to process, a way to cope, and even in moments of deep sorrow, it’s a way to honor what was. Take your time with it, Sam. Healing doesn’t come quickly, but it does come—bit by bit. And remember, even in the emptiness, you are not without meaning. You’re still here, breathing, feeling, and loving—never forget that. Take care of yourself.
So lovely ♦️💔♦️