My final reflection

Now someone else sings to you

But I need your love tonight

Because for the last time

I am looking at that sun in your eyes

I am watching myself in them

Though there was never in them a place for me.

Now I know how long and difficult is the road to your heart

Where drifters and cowards like me

Are left heartbroken to bleed

Oh, how I wish, if only for a moment,

I could touch those hands

Touch that gaze

Touch those words flying around, far away from me.

And then, afterwards,

When our eyes meet and memories are relived

Remember words of this coward and a liar

And understand his eyes full of dreams and desire

They are not to be blamed.

Because he waits for no one anymore

He told no one to come

Now he hides deep in his clothes

And his gait is seclusion into himself.

His talk is inaudible, his walk is inaudible

Everybody avoids his gaze

That persistently searches for a long-lost one.

He walks bent to the cold night’s wall

and the night is long by the end of the night.

In dreams he travels with you to warm regions

but returns frostbitten from the coldness of your heart

and, as if searching for something invisible, inclines to the abyss the ground.

And he cries in his bones

And he suffers in his spirit

Out of sight, invisibly, and

elusively.