I've decided now that
whenever I think of you
with the weather, with the winds
with the dew-soaked autumn morning
or with my weakness as dusk falls in my room
or with my inability to see my face in the mirror
whenever I think of you
I will forget you and then
I know
you won't turn on the lights in the room in the evening
and won't smile for weeks
you'll be thinking
I can't do this, tell me!
what else can I do
today when things are shrouded in fog
and I can't see reality
We are like two pieces of cloud floating in the blue sky
whose separate appearance is merely an illusion
they will surely meet
even if their existence is erased
We are separated from the world's winds and winds have become like a bright lake
over which a boat sailing
can only see and touch its surface
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
