I'm lingering in the dark
waiting for light, waiting for you; 
the minutes feel like hours and the 
hours feel like days.
I'm not alone, i can hear the cries of
men and women in this place.
They cry for their lovers.
Can you hear me crying? 
It's been years and i've become 
a part of this place, it feels like home, 
home is where your heart is 
and mine is in darkness                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem