Your side of the bed
- as empty as my head.
Empty as my soul,
when I stood on the platform,
watching you go,
thinking you were an actor.
It was just a silly thought
that life made me taught.
Life is like a fussy woman;
you don't know what it'll crave.
Sometimes it gives us too much
but usually takes what it gave.
Your side of the bed
- as empty as words you have said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem