I can write a sad poem tonight

I can write a hundred mourning verses

and hand them over in the palm of your hand

 

My words grow uncontrollably raw,

your lost vows accompany this sleepy wakefulness

 

Night is saddened

Shyly listen to my raining phrases,

I'm not blaming the why of your silence;

I fought, but have no way to address

the vacuumed feeling through my skin,

my tears extinct, it was hard to continue

 

I cannot hide it; my bed is a desert,

my body is dry,

what is wished-for is meaningless

 

Even when there’s tempest

I restlessly seek the kiss

that evokes my jealousy

 

My verses count battles on this body

that you left for dead

 

How do I survive without your gaze?

 

Now I'm in this senseless abyss,

at the edge of melancholy,

sharing my nostalgia with the sea;

in silence, in an endless wait ...

I feel as a stranger to your feelings

 

A deserted island,

a lonely role unknowing where my heart can genuinely be

and not be the fool who does not deserve

 

I would like not to think of you;

my palate tastes loneliness

 

Give me joy and song

Give me the sorrow and tears

Give me everything you took

since when you left you took it all

and loneliness resounds in my kindness

 

I can write a sad poem tonight...

 

© Noris Roberts