With you gone,
With every breath I want to say,
That I want you to stay.
I miss the laughs,
The way you looked at me,
As if I was normal or up to your caliber,
The hug good-bye didn't do much justice.
It just makes eyes meeting these hands harder to face.
These words have once again became words of affection.
Oh what have you done.
Making this heart of mine again go through such a tantrum.
These eyes in the glassed mirror,
Replace reflections with memories of you which feel nearer.
As I turn away and look through the window at the view,
I only keep thinking how much better it would be to watch it with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Safiyyah, Lovely poem of love.. I miss the laugh The way you looked at me.... Simple but factual statement....