Where do you go when you are not with me?
All I know is, you are gone...
Far from my touch.
I miss you so.
I long to feel your hands on my skin,
I ache for your smell, your sound, your taste.
Where do you go when you are not with me?
Do you cease to exist?
Are you only a dream...
A figment of my fevered imaginings?
I need to know.
Where do you go when you are not with me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem