In the dark compartment of my bedroom,
I saw a silhouette; I thought that was you.
I was wrong; it was my imagination.
I was scared, confused, and I wasn’t sure
What I was thinking about. I got up, picked a broom
That I put underneath the bed. The television
Was on all night long. I could not fall asleep.
I tried to read, but was too tired to do so.
I didn’t know what to do. I got up to pray,
Then quickly realized that the pain was very deep.
Since you left, since you fled, since you walked away,
I’ve been living a nightmare. It has been a real fiasco.
I cannot stop loving you; I cannot forget your smile.
I cannot erase your echo from my eardrums.
At times, I thought I saw you next to the colorful mums,
Where your scent still embalms the bathroom and the aisle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sublime..... At times, I thought I saw you next to the colorful mums, Where your scent still embalms the bathroom and the aisle.