I don’t know where you are now.
Letting you perhaps live my days which have become
broken pieces of a lost echo?
Was this what I was given to bear?
A frail body barely existing with no will to go on?
And feeling you now approaching pale and silent
I ask myself how long will my painfully worn out soul last,
hoping only that my heart will heal what time pushed inside
and revive my dying lips
while dawn stands on the threshold.