Standing alone, a solitary figure, wondering what could
have happened to yesterday and it's love.
Wanting to hear your voice once again, listening for it
daily.
Memories rising and falling within intellect, noticing
details with every movement of rhythm.
Wondering how to go on when you're no longer here, there
is no rhyme or reason for life on earth anymore.
Solace has disappeared and a deepened silence has now
filled the void.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem