Winged Love Is Growing In Trees Poem by Rodrig Andrisan

Since you're not mine anymore,
I'm doing every morning to myself a shot of optimism,
I'd do it to you too, but you're so far,
and the wounds of the soul, unfortunately,
they can not be disinfected,
in vain grew a cathedral in my chest,
I think I have a deviated septum,
which always leads my thoughts to you.
You ran from me exactly on our wedding day,
somewhere between Mars and Jupiter,
on one of those small celestial bodies,
called planetoids or asteroids,
and you hid in a gully vacuum,
you thought I'll never find you again.
How could you hope that I will lose you,
when I have you in me all the time,
in the depths of my soul?
I see you from here, from Earth,
how you struggle there all alone,
You knew what I feel for you,
that's why you chose the way of escape,
being unable to love as much as I do...