After everything we've been through.
How can you still have said: 'I love you'
When you don't even have the decency to call.
There is also the possibility of texting, after all.
I had an image of a family in my head.
Now that image is only fading, instead.
I was holding on to something unreal.
Something, only I, in my heart I could feel.
Hot and warm, like the fire on a candle.
My hopes were getting a little too much to handle.
Now this fire is only getting smaller.
It will soon be out, if you don't think: 'I better call her'
When will be the end of it all, I don’t know.
But I feel it is coming, because I am letting you go.
This fire I have once felt inside of me.
You are putting that fire out, can't you see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem