I still remember your last clothes
Your perfume and your shadow
Still see your face in others’
… and your ghost follow
Even though I manage to hide my fear
… and my pain swallow
I feel like an immigrant bird
Doesn’t know which way to go
A bird in cage that envy others
… which are free to come and go
I feel abandoned like a little swallow
I blame death, because it didn’t tell me
… that you were about to go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem. Can almost feel the loneliness, pain and grief must have been experiencing while composing.