If I am waiting for you, even
You haven't gone away,
Am I the, lost of you, one?

My footsteps hide the longing,
I am mad with desire,
Tell me, what's keeping us away?

Your absent presence hurts,
Even if my thoughts swarm
Like moths, around your name.

The music of your steps
Making me dance to their rhythm
Like a reed in the wind;

Making me die when it walks away
And resurrect when I hear it again,
And feel my body like carved out of a candle,

I miss the music of your steps
That now is losing slowly
In my memory's night...

Tags: Poetry, Love, Longing