You said you wouldn't come,
but here you stand,
looking at me with lost mournful eyes.
Seeking refuge, seeking a friend,
With self pity.
Wishing to steal my heart - again.
I too wish space was there for you.
To feel your love flow through my heart -
a desire you withheld without thought.
Enticing as it might be, I am now ruled by my head,
not my heart.
All traces of love turned septic long ago
now lying deep in a chasm of unfathomable darkness.
Slowly, you raise your head and I ask:
"So why did you come? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem