Siday

translation

Many sticky notes now clutter my desk,  
Covering the chaos, yet I cannot read the rest—  
The words I've written, the letters that twist,  
Tangled and scattered, lost in the mist.  

My ballpoint is dry, ink all but gone,  
The pages of my notebook, faded and worn,  
Filled with dreams that never came true,  
Words I once longed to hear, whispered by you.  

From your whispers, the sweetness of promises,  
Like honeyed vows I once held as bliss,  
Old memories, like telegrams worn,  
Stored in my heart, weathered and torn.  

The crumpled letters are thrown in a pile,  
No longer opened, no longer worthwhile,  
Like the fading glow of a lantern’s light,  
The love we once shared, now out of sight.  

The warmth I once felt now slips from my hands,  
Fading as you leave, slipping through the sands.  
And just like the sticky notes meant to remind,  
I too forget how love once intertwined—  
The words no longer matter, they simply fall behind.

01.26.25

English Translation:

I held the pillow you once knew,
As the cold wind whispered, piercing through.
Awaiting your return, come when, come where,
Bound to this earth by memories we share.
Beneath the tree, our promise I kept true,
To wait though chaos brewed, and worlds turned new.
To bear the longing, singing in my breast,
Endure the sorrow, bitter and unblessed.
And then the moment, long yearned for, came to be,
Your presence stirring hope within my heart, you see.
Joy overflowed, like vines that gently creep,
Heaven as witness, may this promise deeply keep.
And now that you are finally here,
Your name, I'll try to whisper near.
Dry now the tears that dim your sight, and gaze upon my face,
While you embrace the image on my coffin's final resting place.