I wish I had no senses, When you decided to leave. Unfortunately I had, and still They trouble me for understanding— Your fleeting moments, your words And that silence, which echoed back And forth and then lingered forever. Today the moon still Alofts high there But in vain, and that tree is blossomed With your metaphysical touch.I think I don't exist even in metaphysics. I dream of your home, where I was never, Then why those streets keep calling me? My dreams collapsed with my reality And My delusions swallowed my sleep. Once you told me, you are far enough Even I can't see you after these buildings, I think I lived a while yet I don't feel alive Can you see me through these words? What should I do, with those letters now Which I count unsent, I envy who'll witness My sorrows, and joys. Are you there? If yes, I'll not let you know how I feel!