Kamal Kaan: Me, You Haiku
Dear reader, take my word
our story as one, begun,
this stage, these pages…
Bradford; Me + You.
Your hills, sun-kissed stones, the mills
our film set. Action!
Look up! Juicy moon
pull my tide, pull me in. Breathe.
Wrap me in your womb.
Dinner dates, hot curry,
secret kisses in your car,
midnight! Drive you home.
Hold your streets around
my beating. Our city found
under your silk shirt…
We were two old souls,
write letters, this post office,
all those stories stamped –
lick me, fold me, sealed.
The first time you whispered those
Red words: “I Love You”…
Was that the worst thing
you’ve heard? Do we have to be
secret, to be us?
Brick by brick we crumbled
apart. Walls all fall down like
sandstone though fingers,
the way I loved you –
bigger than our whole sky, why
did we say goodbye?
Now we can’t talk, I’m
Marooned. A cruellest summer.
Tortured poet’s pen.
In your wild-wild dreams
Let’s bet you think of me?
Castles come crumbling,
your last words still stain:
“Be bold, be kind, beautiful”.
British weather: it’s raining…
Look through my window,
even though it’s boarded. All
the lights still burning…
Look through our window
even though they’re boarded. All
our still lights burning.
Sign up to our newsletter
To get the latest news about Bradford Arts Centre, including details of our opening season in Autumn 2025 as soon as it is announced, join the mailing list.
