whatever happens
i always care for you
wherever you are
whatever you do
i see you are crying.
i want to hold you but
i cannot. My hands are
frozen with the coldness
of distance. My lips are
sealed with the threads
of absence. My heart is
dead, long long time ago,
when i erased your name
from the bark of the tree.
I could have tried carving
your name in stone, but
my dear, you are not God
and I cannot be Moses
forever.I am alone, but
i am still as strong as the
day you left me for another
thanks, but i am a survivor..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem