I wound the string of my mind around a single thought,
tied you to every illusion within my soul.
I tried to sift the truth from all the lies,
I drifted to the harbor of a lost evening where you left me behind—
I anchored myself, without wine, without money, without making love.
The walls of my heart echo with your voice,
time rusts away in a shipwreck of memories.
I shiver like nights that search for your star,
loneliness sits beside my heart’s bedside.
I’ve been saying good morning to broken mirrors without you,
your name — a half-spoken vow upon my lips.
No matter how much I pretend to forget, my love,
the picture of you still lingers in my mind.
The moon falls into rippling lights, quietly weeping,
a seagull’s cry keeps burning in my chest.
Those who leave and never return understand —
love becomes the oldest form of poverty.