Like a statue,
yes, thats how I remember you.
Cold and indifferent
Unaware of the grief around you.
Your hair perfect against the pillow
as if it were born there.
untouchable, yet I longed to.
I found no solace in your peace
I chose to run.
Many a night, brother,
paced wildly down insane corridors.
Waiting to touch you,
feel your air pass my skin,
That nagging sense that something was lost
Back there in that room
where the shadows slept
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem