A white tablecloth
shines brightly
in your empty eyes.

I call your name
But you don't hear.
You never heard.

I sit before the window
behind the wooden table
And look at the white
bright tablecloth.

There is only one
black hieroglyph
fallen from my heart
launched by my soul.

The brightness hurts
The sun burns my eyes
The hieroglyph melts
My heart freezes.
And you never saw.