the poet :

i'm here again, listening with the wind...
catching up with his gentleness, which not all wind has.
writing these thoughts, can make a stream flow...
staring at his innocence, mutually with his sound of silence.

feeling my heartbeat, through your language...
realizing that you're alone, with those tears, i'll know.
shades of lights, dancing for a while...
watching them as they move, gathering as one, in a whole.
fly, my only tribute! feather from the past!

gather those reasons, that might have the answers.

emptiness had always been here, eversince that unknown day...
pain had drained my force, to move on and love again.

being alone with our empty promises,
makes me in high spirits and content.
keeping these things...
are the only treasures of you.

to love you in silence, whenever i feel deserted.
to whispher your sole name, whenever i see other names.
to shed tears each night, whenever i miss you.
to sing our lone melody, whenever i remember your tune.

letting go is easy, me, too, had experienced it...
but to forget you, is a matter of choice.

i choosed to be like this, because i'm weak...
but my soul can't love anyone else,
no one else but you.