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Without You

WITHOUT YOU

Without you, my only one, I was a prisoner of solitude
waking over my fate
like a listless guard.

Without you, my only one, my poems are dying in a coffin
next to the old trunk
in which my memories are,
memories that brought no joy
to anybody's heart.
While I lay there in the cold bed
like a solitary character from the saddest love
                                                                    poem,
My dreams roam the unfinished verses of the saddest love
                                                                                        poem.

Without you, my only one, for many and many times, day and night,
I have rested my head on the same pillow
where you were sleeping all those blissful nights.
I kissed you in a dream,
I thought of You
as of a falling star
that left its trace on the face of the lonesome night,
just like You left a trace in my lonely heart.

Without you, my only one, I was but a trace without a trace,
I was a tear made of black wax;
I was but a shadow
leaving behind as much visible trace
as an abandoned orphan.

Without you, my only one, I was but a word
in an unfinished verse of the saddest love
                                                               poem.



© 2010 Walter William Safar

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