Oh how you haunt me,
blessed memory of my beloved!
You wake me every morn'
and twice from my dreams.
How jealous you are of my slumber!
You appear as a reverberating echo when
someone's footsteps sound so similar to his stride.
I've heard that pattern a thousand times over
every floor surface imaginable.
You grip me when someone takes hold of my shoulder.
I turn to find only your face and a stranger's,
but not that of my beloved.
Dear memory, you are dipped in cologne, wear his hat,
stole his laugh and feign ghostly kisses that stain my lips.
Sometimes I wish you were as intangible as he, but mostly my sweet,
you are the blanket he wrapped 'round me when I was cold.
You are the words of solace sung off his breath
that still my heart and soul.
You are my companion as we walk familiar streets
linked arm in arm.
You are my safety net, only not so perdurable
as the one I had before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem