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