Your arms around me,
as if they want to catch me
and let me go at the same time.
The warmth lingers,
bit I feel already the cold
approaching.
Your fingers tighten,
as if they could stop time,
but the seconds slip away
between our bodies.
I hear no words,
only a silence that says too much.
In our embrace,
you are still here,
but I already feel you leaving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem