A Poet's Confession

Time is passing inadvertently But to me, the hours seem longer When you are no longer by my side, Making my heart sad and lonely... I can honestly confess That I can still hear your voice Through the happy birds Singing by my windows Early in the morning And I can still see your smile Stamped in the flowers Of my now saddened garden... In every clear night, I can see in the Moon and Stars, The clear reflection of your face While finding inspiration In the very scent of your face Still preserved in the pillow That you left behind in my bed When you decided to depart From our nest, for always! ... A this very moment, I don't have an idea Of your feelings or whereabouts Or in whose arms you find refuge Or in whose lips, you calm your thirst, Neither whose foreign hands Are now re-drawing your soft body, While I am only feeling your caresses Through the soft wind Blowing by my empty dwelling... Now, fully aware that time Neither forgive or forget anyone When leaving its unreleasable marks On those who dear to defy... I must confess therefore, That I feel young again, Every time I think of you But also, I feel very old Whenever I realize That I am without you! ©All Rights Reserved-2011