I Won'T Be Here Poem by Dritëro Agolli

I won't be here, I'll be gone
Dissolved underground like many others
At the favorite café
The waiters won't see me

And through the roads I've walked
My dry cough won't be heard
Above my grave will silently stand
An orchard like a miserable monk

You will be saddened
Because you won't have me alive in a room
And when the wind blows on the window
You will cry slowly with the wind

But when you are really sad
Look through the bookshelves for me,
I'll be hiding there
Between words and letters

You'll only need to move the book
And I'll come down, I'll come near you
You will laugh nostalgically like you once did
Like a blooming meadow after heavy rain