Lonely days ahead, awakening past dreams with tearful memories, touching parts of my heart with their sorrow.
Listening to hear your voice, never being able to talk again like we used to.
Trembling with grief, yet I remember with joy the happiness and good times we've had together.
Focusing on all the good memories, feeling past hugs touch my soul with love, as I endure this life without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem