EveN In YouR ABsencE

Sometimes I feel unhappy with myself,

as if a quiet sadness

has covered everything around me.

I want to give in to despair,

but I can't.

The memory of her smile

drives the sadness away,

and I find myself

lost in thought again.

Sometimes, on a cloudy afternoon,

beneath a silent moon,

I want to walk with her hand in mine.

I want nothing more

than to listen to her voice.

But it never happens.

I want to let myself hurt,

but I can't.

Her restless laughter

makes me forget,

and I lose myself again.

I see so many couples

walking together along the streets,

and suddenly,

I think of you.

Restlessness tries to rise in me,

but it cannot.

Your calm eyes

seem to smile and say something,

and I quietly return home,

falling deeper into you.

Just one photograph,

and yet it holds so many stories.

From morning until evening,

I lose myself in it,

then find myself again,

only to disappear once more.

The thread of this life,

even with you nowhere beside me,

still feels tied to your hands.

You remain in my eyes.

And let the pain

turn into air.