Miss You
I dreamed of being without you.
I was alone, sometimes tired, sometimes hopeless.
It was like warming up by a candlelight, being distracted by your dream, drowning in a sea of your absence.
I didn't miss this where I live.
It was not my only heart, tired crying.
Each of my cells was cursing the fate that took you away from me.
Perhaps the reason for their rebellion was that I was friends with this pain.
Time passed, hours days weeks.
I was getting old, getting old but I couldn't get used to it.
I was ashamed of every morning I woke up without you.
I was looking for a name for your absence. I could not find my angel, neither a hope that I can put in place nor a way of getting used to being without you.
I was with you. You left, I died.