So close yet so far. Sitting right next to me but is this really where you are? To me it feels like I am talking to a small fragment of and the rest of you is sleeping on a whole different star. Light years away when will you return? My sanity is slowly draining as I await the day of thy return. Running through fields of corn it was meant to last forever I could have sworn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem