In many ways I try to reach for your love, even in my
dreams you escape my touch.
Wanting so badly to hold your hand, hear you speak to
me again, hold me like you used to when we made love.
You always made me feel alive and energetic and now I
am numb and tired from searching for you day and night.
Not sleeping for want of you my dear, how can I ever
stop crying now that your love had left me with just
a memory.
No sentiments or feelings of yours touching me anymore,
as I continue to live alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem