Have you ever longed for something
So much
That it hurt?
Like if you walked another step without it, him or her
you would collapse?
Or if you ate another thing without this something or someone
you would throw-up?
I feel like that sometimes.
It doesn't just have to be a long time apart though.
Not a year or a month or a day apart,
But one second.
The moment I leave her, it seems as if a
Black smog has engulfed my heart.
It squeezes tightly until I just want to collapse.
But I look at that picture of her smile.
The smog alleviates,
My heart is warm again.
Maybe it wasn't smog,
Just the intense power of love that makes me ill.
That sounds more true,
More plausable.
That picture jsut reminds me
What love reall feels like.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The young ones always have this kind of experience in their budding days. No wonder.