pages with coffee stains
the phone isn’t on its receiver
I need these hours
to be right next to your burns
the silence is suffocating
I’m on the other side
of the purpose I was meant for
I must have lost the way
the road must have diverged
into some other’s essence
but I’ll keep walking,
until your good night turns to hello
until this calmness turns into your light
until I defy everything just to get to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem