Aftermath of the Final Meeting:
Ramish had returned home after his final meeting with Richer.
But the Ramish who used to laugh, who was cheerful and brought joy to others… seemed to have vanished somewhere.
It was as if someone had cast an evil eye on him.
He often remained silent, withdrawn… and each fading night, he would sit on the rooftop, gazing at the sky.
As if he still held hope that one day, his wings would be returned to him… that he might fly again — to Richer.
His family and friends were puzzled.
Everyone asked him:
"Ramish, what's wrong? Why do you seem so sad these days?"
But Ramish would always smile faintly and reply:
"Nothing… everything is fine."
But one day, his childhood friend Amir came to visit.
Seeing Ramish's condition, he was deeply concerned.
"Ramish, what's going on? You look ill, you're not the person you used to be…"
At first, Ramish tried to brush it off.
But after Amir insisted again and again, something inside Ramish broke.
"Amir… you've been my friend since childhood. I can't hide this from you.
But the story I have to tell — you won't believe it…"
And then Ramish shared the brief but magical tale —
the nights, the wings, the flight… and that one dream-like encounter with Richer.
Amir was left stunned, as if a doorway to an unknown world had opened before him.
Then he gently said:
"Ramish… this is all so strange.
But you know you're married, you have children, a family…
You have to let go of this dream now.
Richer is a star, a fantasy… and the fact that you even met him is already a miracle.
Let that be enough. Move on now."
Ramish gave a faint, bitter smile, and recited a verse:
"Ask about everything else, my friend, with joy...
But don't ask about the state of separation.
Don't ask how we met, how we parted,
Don't ask how that final meeting happened.
Don't ask about the humility in my emotions…
Or the bitterness in his words.
You are wise, Amir…
Just read my face, don't ask about my condition."
Then he added with a heavy heart:
"Amir, I have no control over this love.''
"I don't know what kind of power he holds…
But every night, he descends into my eyes.
Even if I try to escape his thoughts, where can I go?
He's there on every path of my mind.,,
The more I try to forget him,
The more intensely he comes back to me.
Every night, I see his face in the moon."
Amir's eyes welled up with tears.
"Ramish… you've truly given your heart to him.
But it's been a whole month now…
And still, you're lost in his scent, in his memory.
You can't even gather yourself — let alone take care of your family.
This love is starting to destroy your life.
You have to pull yourself out of this…
It's the only thing that's better for you."
Ramish remained silent.
He knew Amir was right…
But that moment, that touch, that parting… had already been carved deep into his soul.
Conversation with the Moon
Every evening, as dusk settled in, Ramish would begin waiting for the moon to rise.
His conversations with the moon were strange, deeply moving, and soul-stirring.
When the moon appeared in the sky, glowing among the crowd of stars,
Ramish's eyes would fill with tears, and his silent dialogue with the moon would begin.
Every night, he would ask:
"O moon, have you seen my moon today?
Did my Richer come to his balcony again?
Tell me, moon… does he still talk to you about me?
Has he asked about me today?"
And then, in a faint, trembling voice, he would say:
"Moon, you don't know how much I miss him.
That balcony at Richer's house, where we once stood together under your light…
Even now, I can feel the warmth of his hand in mine.
That night, when you hid behind the clouds and then reappeared —
How beautiful those moments were.
And the cool breeze that brushed our hearts…
Do you know, his breath became part of that breeze?"
"Moon, I still remember Richer's lips — soft like rose petals…
That last kiss on those lips still makes me restless.
Richer's radiant face, those enchanting eyes…
None of it has faded.
It feels as if time stood still,
As if my breath got trapped in that single moment of touch.
As if an ancient thirst within me was quenched in an instant…
And yet, today, that very moment haunts me with longing."
Then Ramish would whisper gently:
"He was like the moon behind the clouds…
Sometimes before me, sometimes lost…"
"Do you remember that dawn, moon?
Richer curled up in my arms,
A smile on his face,
And a feeling of wholeness in my heart…
Even now, when I close my eyes,
I can still smell the scent of his breath,
Feel the warmth of his touch,
The softness of his neck —
And that tiny mole on it…
Oh moon, as if God had wrapped beauty in silk and gifted it to him."
Then, brokenhearted, Ramish would ask:
"Moon, does Richer remember Ramish?
Or has he forgotten everything?
Does he recall the last taste of my lips?
Moon, if you speak to him, please tell him about me…
Tell him I am shattered without him.
That every evening, I speak to you only about him.
When I see you, I remember his eyes,
His smile, his words, and even his silences…"
Ramish's voice would begin to tremble:
"Moon, I still hope…
That my Richer talks to you about me too.
Perhaps, like me, he searches for my reflection in you…
Perhaps he looks at you and speaks to me in his heart…"
.
Then Ramish would raise his gaze to the sky and recite a poem:
"The night has spread like your Gray eyes…
The moon has risen, searching for you like a madman…
Like dry leaves, people are blown away…
Even the city now feels like a forest…
Once again, the scent of closeness has awakened in my thoughts…
And once again, my eyes have started to rain… like clouds…"
At last, Ramish would close his eyes and say softly to the moon:
"Moon… tell Richer…
That I love him dearly…
That I am waiting to meet him…
And one day — we will meet again."