The nights when I used to wake up by your side, put your hair behind your ear...
Just because I wanted to look at you in admiration… in peace...
The eye contacts in which we used to converse…
Now you avoid looking into the same eyes…
The evenings on the hillside... it was never cold
Yet, we needed the warmth in the hugs...
The evenings on the beach... Making love
It was just wonderful
Now my heart holds an unbearable emptiness
Now, I still cannot believe it; you are not with me anymore
How stupid of me, I did not see your hands slipping from mine
I kept admiring you when your hands completely slipped from mine
I just did not see this disaster coming
Now I can feel the distance between us breathing
Yes, each time the wind blows, I feel as if it’s breathing and making fun of me
My eyes are filled with sorrow
No matter how happy I try to be, no matter how hard I try
I end up talking to your portraits
I end up talking to myself
I end up asking myself if I’ll be able to survive
And being honest to myself, if it is without you...
Then I better not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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