I’ve never felt this empty before. Even on tranquil days I held your hand For so long, I want to protect you And your fading smile. Your soft whispers crying that, Nobody knows who I really am. The flower field we had loved so much, Died during the fall and never woke, Like the love that had withered away. Your hands always resist me, This pain is nothing compared to what I have given up. As we walked on the Path among flowers, I will never Forget those spoken words, that Some memories aren’t meant to leave Traces, as you turned your back to me. During spring I returned, and saw The fields in all there beauty, You were there with another. Will I end up loosing you someday? Where have you gone?