Houston, we have a problem!

Houston, we have a problem!

With her I traveled to the stars,
because she was my Apollo mission,
for my heart wounded by betrayals,
her love was remission.

Thanks to her I went on,
broke away from my comfort zone,
I will never be able to thank her
and if she were an anaphora in each of my poems.

But nothing is certain in the world,
nor her love, which was my strength,
she left with a new ally,
without a word, without a greeting, without a trace.

Houston, we have a problem!
The emptiness after her departure is suffocating,
launch me any help,
don't let what's accomplished come crashing down!

Zera Princ