Being far from home these days, heart empty, mind filling it with tears of lost love, a nothingness having claimed this being, a future holding much of the same.
No one in sight as we listen to songs being sung in an evening breeze, letting life disappear into moist and lifeless tunnels, ones we used to have in years we were together.
A finality now having closed the doors on our beings, separating and keeping us apart, ruining everything we once thought would be ours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem