No Strength For A Goodbye

You're leaving...Have we reached the end?
You felt it. I didn't understand!
Perhaps my senses are at fault,
lulling me into sleep with their false confidence.

You decided it...At least let me see you off.
One last time I walk with you.
Loneliness takes your place.
Bear it. The world hasn't ended!

It's awkward...And how the cold grips me...!
Where did this wind come from?
My life lies shredded.
You ask, sharp-tongued, "Where now?"

My heart speaks in its naïve tongue.
It whispers, hoping still, "Stay.
I love him so much. Never enough!"
Who will tell him? Who will make him understand?

Goodbye! I have no strength left for this Goodbye.
I wish you...I hope you find happiness!
"I love you!" — I have no right to speak it!
It stays here, pressed into the page—in my melancholy verse...