The light has gone
And all that remains is me.
Not of this world,
Not of any world.
Feelings adrift in memory,
Senses dulled by loss.
The warmth has gone
And all that remains is me.
But, a part of me is missing.
The part of me that’s in you.
The part of me that is you.
You have gone
And all that remains is me.
Only when you return
Can I be whole again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem