You
You came to me
All mystery and gloomy
And in your face
I saw a bitter glance.
Why don't you speak?
Just killing me by silence
I want to hear,
How much you missed me.
But in your lovely face
I can't espy a sparkle
And your hands in my hands
It's not like it should be.
So everything is clear:
You just felt out of love with me
And we can't back in time,
When we were young and free.
What a wonderful poem! Agony, extasy, peace!