Elma, we will never see again
This rain is not mine; I always believed that it’s ours
But I realize..I’m wrong, as usual
Things will never be the same again
There will not be a girl, waiting for me in the church
There will only be the mist and dew in the morning
There will never be a girl to whisper in my ears
There will only be rain and breeze in the noon
I will be lazy again; I lost the song I always wanted to hear
But I will always yearn to hear that feeble voice.
Elma I will be alone, I know you can’t bear it
Even tears have left me, I wish i could weep.
I’m quivering in this frozen rain, these hailstones fall on my heart
No one will ever weave woolen scarves for me
I know you will never knit mufflers again,
Your needles are pricking into my heart
Elma who will kiss away the blood spots from your finger tip
While you weave..
You taught me what love is, but you never taught me how to live without you
I hear the wedding bells; you look like an angel in this bridal dress..
All eyes are on you, even candles can’t replace the glow on your face
You move like a breeze, caressing my soul
Elma please don’t look for me in this crowd
I’m here behind this pillar,
“””””witnessing the parting of my soul”””””
Please,, please don’t search for me in this crowd
I can’t endure to see those tears in your eyes
It’s our fate,
where will I go? All I had to reside was your heart
What will I do? All I knew was to love you
Your wedding is my funeral
I’m witnessing the interment of my love
I’m watching the committal of my heart
I shall go away to emptiness carrying away your whisperings
And the remembrance of your cuddles that soothed my wounded soul
