You can cry that she’s no longer here
And nobody will call you weak
You can pretend to smell her sweet scent
And not feel judged if that’s what you seek
You can refuse to sleep without her
And people will guide you where to step
You can scream in hopes she hears you
And everyone will know not to fret
You can write her a letter that’ll never be sent
And somebody will be kind enough to place a stamp
You can set a meal for two
And someone will light a table lamp
You can dream
You can hope
But you can’t invest in love
And expect to never cope
You can think one day she’ll be there
And imagine the dress she’ll be in
You can always dream of a future together
Even if you escaped it all with your sin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem