we're chest to chest
nose to nose
as we stand together
in this lonesome retreat
i can hear you whisper
the name goodbye
as we are dazing in tears
this glaring emotion
i can't withhold
i craved for your presence
i yearn for your magical touch
manipulating me in distance
without even a single caveat
we're hand to hand
arms to arms
as we can't stop
the protruding guilt
that necessitates
an ion of spark
left before us
undaunted by whatever
color of persuasion
symptoms of separate ways
that we tend to ignore
we're eye to eye
face to face
holding each other tight
intimidated to let go
yet,
the contusions of truth subsist
the bruises of lies prevails
its easy to spit you out
than to swallow you again
we're just here
losing our own grip
at this significant moment
of our lives
bidding,
carving,
another relics
of the unswerving past
which can't be forgiven
the contingency of goodbye
for this is the
final and last stage
of the dead man's rule
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem