Don't tell me that you never ever were there...thinking about a world that got suddenly empty, and cold, and unfriendly.
Don't tell me that you never had a need for a warm hug...and a little kelchglas that survived the kristallnacht to hold your teas.

…will the Spring be without
the wings of butterflies,
no bees and no drones,
and no honey otherwise;
the rain will with sadness
will roll down, tears like,
because you left me a world
so full of so many goodbyes.

…will the Summer be without
the warmth that cold defies,
making the whole world to open
with a explosion of life,
and putting in everybody’s face
a million of a great smile;
it wouldn’t be that at all
because you let love to die.

…will the Fall be without
those golden leaves that dries
on the hands of thousand gardens,
where not dreaming of demise
so many a beautiful flower once
look up at the clear blue skies;
nothing on that meadows will be,
after you, tenderness, so brutalized.

…will the Winter be with all that
the winds of pain can extricate
from a frozen heart that stopped
to beg hearing its own cries,
as the candle flickered going out
and let the shadows of agonize
fall over me, because you don’t
love me anymore as I am dying.