Easing myself into a patch of quilts, cuddling beneath them,
clutching our love deeply inside my heart, wanting so badly
to hold you until you are with me again.
Time has a way of keeping you separated from me through this
long and empty life.
Tears always wetting my pillowcase, causing my heart to
remember all the beauty of love that you gave me throughout
life.
Little things that had no meaning at times back then, now
seem to be so important as they stay upon my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem