You’re not quite here
and you’re not quite gone,
I have nothing to fear,
I’m not really alone,
I hear your footsteps in the hall,
I hear you knocking on the wall,
and I’m scared.
You’re the breeze in the drapery,
you’re the shadows on the floor,
and when it gets windy,
you’re the slamming of the door,
I reach out to touch you,
you don’t want that anymore,
and I’m scared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You know love has it's ups and downs waiting is the only thing