You Are Not There Poem by Ivan Sokac

It is still daylight, as long as the sun drags it behind,
and wind unwillingly wanders
through the evil-caused thinned crown of the trees.
My thoughts have been wandering
for a long time somewhere.
But, damn them, they come back when they want,
like a lying dog...
Long ago I was a child
so it takes an eternity for them to come back.
Therefore, here I stand and my body is dead,
dormant, as a stone…
Do not think that I do not care that you're not here,
But how could I know that you are no longer.
That I'm alone...

It's just a song. It hurts while I am writing...
And after it, the pain goes away,
until one glance toward the sun notices you.
You're the same as you were,
as I have always remembered you.
From my first word, tears and laughter…
But you see, the storm is knocking on the door.
The sky is black from all the sins
and it suffers above this stone…
Just do not think I don't remember you.
How could I know that you are no longer…
That I'm alone...