Whenever I think of you as dead
I feel pain so heavy like lead
Whenever I think that you are no more
I feel this deep empty feeling in my hearts core
Whenever I think that I will never see you again
I feel this unbearable fear from which there is nothing to gain
Whenever I think of dialing your number
I feel resigned that you will not pick it up
Whenever I think that I have truly lost you for good
I feel that I am losing my mind in truth
Whenever I think that I have to accept this loss
I feel denial creep up, with the terrible agony it cause
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem