Listening to echoing whispers of past conversations,
holding onto their love and caring memories.
Sensitive and absorbing, keeping me held together
through fields of loss I am now traveling through.
Watching as flowers no longer blossom, petals falling
to the ground, nothing coming alive before me.
Only death to remind me of your loss forevermore, now
listening to deathly silence of life as it descends.
Coming upon my heart and mind, nothing left in this
lonely world except this heart now emptied of your
love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem