All thoughts are a single pain,
Your gaze, an ocean, overfilled with strife,
In your eyes, the emptiness resides,
A haunting fog, a cobweb life.

The sky above, a canvas void,
There are no stars, just shadows black,
I wander through your swathed flowers,
Yet only chosen blooms I track.

Each petal whispers secrets past,
But in their fragrance, sorrow swells,
I gather them with trembling hands,
And bear the weight of silent hells.

I barely held back tears, it’s true,
As they drowned my thoughts, a heavy rain,
While echoes of our laughter fade,
Left with the remnants of this pain.

Each moment shared is laced with ache,
Like a knife, your absence leaves its marks,
Yet tenderness spills like poisoned wine,
A bittersweet blend that deeply sparks.

Your smile, a dagger wrapped in light,
It cuts through shadows cloaked in night,
And still, I seek the warmth you bring,
Though sickness grips my heart so tight.

The flowers wilt within my grasp,
Their colors dim, their edges curl,
I long for you, yet in your gaze,
I find both comfort and the swirl.

The traces linger, deep in me,
Like scars beneath the skin so raw,
And while I crave your gentle touch,
Your presence feeds my greatest flaw.

We dance in circles, round and round,
In tangled webs of love and pain,
Each step a battle fought in vain,
Each sigh a call to fate’s disdain.

Yet still I follow, lost and blind,
Through gardens rich, yet filled with gloom,
Your laughter echoes in the vale,
A haunting melody of doom.

Tomaž Jevšenak