Missing

The solitude

I know what is to be alone

is to be alone in the bed and dreaming of you

is to walk in the rain and missing your hand in mine

is to stay on a green field and not lie on your legs

is to see the dawn and hug the empty air

is to be here now writing a poem

is to kiss the records of your smile

is to have the tears wetting the keybord and write

write

write

is to love you hopelessly

is just this and is much more

and I'll open the eyes tomorrow

to understand just that was another dream of a night

and you are still far away from me...