The petals of your heart
They have become strangers
They slowly detach from the stem of my life;
I feel an alienation,
I am silent,
I am breathing,
But they left -
And they will not return;
After numerous times
Trying to convince you
I will walk alone - last time - in vain
What it was was,
Instead I hope
The metaphor of your words
It can be resemble
As an alienation.