A sad poem

 

Thy absence, I licked thy absence and it tasted

Like tears…

I remember thy time when tried to drown

And thy sea vomited me at your shores

Thy ocean tastes like tears, and I wondered

Was it made of sorrow? Was it made of pain?

 

But after all

I’m not but a hurt love poem

Reaching its last verse…

 

I wish it one more time with endless pleas

Is just that I haven’t even muttered a word

All were sighs and moans behind my scar

I wish you…

Ah, that painful knot on my throat again

Were…

Thou began to walk away from me

And when finally I saw thou further

A tear dared to show up, thy knot broke

Here!

I shouted it, but it was too late by then.

 

All this years I tried to hold myself to thy life

Trying to hold my hopes of thou return

And when I realize it was impossible

I expected some relief just in the thought

Of seeing thee face, eyes and smile again.

 

But after all

I’m not but a sad poor love poem

That shalt die with thy last verse…