Grief

In my soul a gap is laying
Since you left.
And if my heart hurts me
Who is to be blamed?

I'm running in the night, all is desert,
In this place where we used to meet
No one is speaking, there is nothing alive,
not even the voice I used to listen to.

It's like the sky wants to take my pain away
Bringing a warm rain.
In my thoughts remains the look
That doesn't want to see me anymore.

Raise up your arms and stretch them
Towards me. Slowly.
And I, with my hands will catch
Your tips of fingers.

22 July 2002
ROXANA IACINTA BOGDAN