As I sit in my window crying,
I remember your touch,
Like a gentle caress,
A deep longing for you spreads throughout my body,
You hurt me once how can I trust you not to lie again?
I drown myself in painful memories of you,
Because it’s the only thing I can do,
Sometimes I hear you whisper like you used to do,
Your breath warm on the back of my neck,
You always told me it would work,
But you’ve left me with nothing but a hole where my heart used to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem