Where are you?
When did we loosen the grip of our hands.
Are you lost in the labrinth of ego,
or nothing is visible in the fog of pain
I called for you, I waited,
yelling, said you, can't come back
But my search didn't stop,
I looked here and there, downhill and atop.
I found you hidden behind a rock,
trying to save yourself,
I asked who you were running from,
you blatantly cried my name.
I took your hand asking you to walk along,
You acquiesed with reasons oblong,
broken and torn you trudged by my side,
i didn't realize rift was how wide.
thinking I left your hand, you abhorred me,
and appologies didnt matter anymore
Lost was the trust and it shall be,
chances of survival were tiny.
Water in springs is drying already,
busy with mundane chores, cares nobody.
Scared am I if the drought would arrive,
starved of love will this relationship die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem