Where are you now?
You’ve vanished somehow.
Thinking that you’d stick around.
But instead you left and no trace of you is found.
You don’t stop by anymore,
Not as often as you did before.
I wonder if I had done something wrong,
For you to disappear from me for this long.
If I did I apologize,
For something I’ve done and did not realize.
This silence is killing me,
I want to break loose, set me free.
I just want to be where you are,
I’ll do anything to get to you, on feet, by bus or car.
I know one touch of your hand,
Will make me whole again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem