I woke last night and cried for you
My sobs were echoed with silence.
A tear rolled from my eye
Taking my breath
As my vision darted around the room.
There was no one to hold me
So, I held myself
Rocking in the surrounding darkness.
These walls that hold my emotions
Are stained a dingy grey,
No longer the bright white they once were.
The dampness on my cheek was a reminder
That reality is not a dream.
I cuddled my pillow deep to my chest
And laid in the fetal position.
Still rocking, I closed my eyes
And wept myself back to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again, a very wistful piece.