Looking Toward My Friend

It's dawn now.
The pillow wet, as every day.

I don't know
how much I've wept.
I don't know this either—
how much more weeping lies ahead.

Inside me feels hollow.
Every day it feels like this.
Is this how it is when time comes to die?

How many more days must I live
this empty?
When will this sorrow end?

I was meant to suffer with you beside me.
But you left while still happy!
How could you be so selfish!

You died and escaped alive!
I too wait today
for such an escape.

After dying, there's no more death!
Then even if you wanted to,
how could you slip away again!

Friend, we'll meet.
Wait a little—it won't be much longer...