As I lost you
the sky vanished,
the stars stopped shining,
and in the night there was mourning.
You and I have lost,
in a game of chance,
me for being the dreamer,
you for not wanting to dream.
You were what I loved most,
the whisper in my garden,
a verse lost in the breeze,
a heartbeat in my feelings.
When I lost you
time and the sun stopped,
the hours no longer exist,
only the lack of control remains.
