Several times you do not dare to face me.
You pushes away me without explanations.
Tears flood my cheeks but you are already far.
And there I wonder if everything is not finished.
If all that we lived in been of use to something.
But I do not have to fool myself.
You left and it is the death which waits for me.
I call you far off but you do not answer.
As if I was a foreigner.
You do not ignore my feelings.
On the contrary, you play with.
I remain alone, asking me for what you make.
Everything is finished and kept silent already left.
You made fun well of me.
But know that there where I am.
But I does not lie any more.