Walking through lonely days, having no purpose or aim
in life, thoughts waking and then falling into tears
of feelings and emotions.
Nothing able to be accomplished as I sit here alone
and isolated, books lining shelves, opening them, read-
ing, words becoming blurred with tears of my heart.
Turning pages one after another, all in naught for I
cannot even remember what it is I've read, thoughts of
you filling my mind only.
Wasting time looking at your face in pictures, remember-
ing all the precious moments we lived, loved and laughed
together.
Now there's nothing left except me holding your pictures
and being within my heart's emptiness, no alternative in
sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem