The foreigner

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.