take my computer away
even if I write thousands of words
I will not be able to seep my heart out
I know where to find you
but my heart does not let me
go beyond this world

immensely soaked in a breathless vision
whatever I do
I am lost in you

breathe in
swallow
absorb
all sorts of
poisonous
sorrows
frenzy and
unrest
"you"
is what
I need
crying
does
not help
anymore

We have been lost in each other a thousand times
when sleeping on painted crimson clouds  

and I know that I will get lost
in sketched black labyrinths that have no exit a million times
I hate being stuck in an incomplete draft that will never be finalized

tasting and smelling the sea
on your skin
bring back all the sun felt summers
with a deliciously salty sweetness
and a heartfelt unbearably hot passion

burned wood smell mixes
with the alluring mountain anemone odor
as I walk up the oregano aroma filled hills
with the excitement
of being close to eating mountain strawberries
all wild and not mock
they are truthfully tasty, rich, and redolent
wholeheartedly you
far from being bland
unreadable
and forgettable

Writing one poem after another
to release my pain
in transcendental tranquility
words are the outbursts of hurts
and wordiness buries my anguish
making me live
in balanced serenity
serendipity
blessing in disguise

Simplicity is the best
life is already
far too complicated
for the ordinary  
like me to decode
I wish we could
resolve the riddle
before you left
or maybe
there is no mystery
and it is just my shallow mind
why do human beings
accept the fact that flowers may wither
but my mind
does not accept the fact that you died?