Departure Poem by Aglia Nost

Kicks may hurt, words may pain, there is nonetheless no agony as deep, as endless, as restless as that of thoughts, thoughts of a love alive, a love vibrant; which has from my sole willingly resigned.

A love not dead, no. For life is not as stunning as poets wish and sadness is beyond the cures that exist, and love, true love makes a lover die more than he lives

Nights after nights, starlights after days of incredible darkness, unbearable silence, sheer notingness and deep, deep, hard, violent emptiness; which I can no longer lift without the total power of your love that now, life, has irreversibly fleed

So please, my dear, I beg you my soul, my thrill, my all

I hope that during torturous nights you too will be taking a stroll

I hope that you will suffer from the same disease

I wish that you are woken by equally devasting dreams, that you are shattered by the same cynical beings

I crave that one day you'll have the courage to respond to my love's screams.