The Sigh of an Empty Letter

On the wide road, one restless face,
your movements in my lifeless veins—
in embrace, the harmony of beloved melodies,
in solitude, tears telling their own story.

The thousand voices of your laughter
are the sole companion
of this weary journey of mine,
as much as—
in the wake of thorns, complete unto itself
the rose petal.

Deep within your chest
remains my destitute letter,
in your sighing
my release.

When you placed your lips
upon my deepest wound,
unbearable joy came forth openly—
this dark room imprisoned in moments of longing,
how can it reach you?

Why do you search for me
with unknown fear in your gaze?
Don't be afraid—
let this speech remain silently sleeping,
this ailment has no cure,
yet stay vivid in my heart—
in these eyes still the offering of regret.