Words, words coming through the mist that cover distances like a shroud, words that suddenly tells of someone, suddenly, like a shading gossamer enters the dense fog of absence with a full moon somewhere illuminating the path that takes her away from me...that can offer not a tear or even a protest from the dead heart that she will be leaving behind.

Love, if you go away…


…and I look outside the window
there will be birds no more
or beautiful butterflies
in my world


…life will become totally empty
a house with closed doors
of steps the echoes
and a dead clock


…two candles will cease to burn
and time will come to a stop
as it will bleed hours
just for us


There will be nothing left for me
If you go away, my love,
you only will left me
an empty world