How can I hold on to what was never there?
It's like I'm clinging helplessly to nothing but the air.
But in my mind my outstretched arms are reaching for your smile.
And your mouth whispers sweet nothings in my ear all the while.
Don't tell me it's my mind and what I feel is wrong.
For you have not felt my the emptiness when my illusions are gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem