Listening, hearing all types of things, conversations are
abounding, all about you, what happened to the me in our
relationship?
Where have I gone and why? Slipping beneath the covers,
hiding from the light shining only upon you every day,
it seems.
Lively and yet unhappy, because there's no more me, only
you living in my dreams now, for you're no longer here
with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem