blondıe

have you ever heard of

the sadness of my lips that have not touched your lips?

sleep has become worthless,

you don’t come into my dreams anymore.

for the sake of the days when we danced in rainy weather,

I’m looking for the smell of rain on the streets.

while walking hand in hand,

the wind stroking your hair was my longing from the next winter.

i saw the future while holding your hands,

I was cold alone on the balcony.

and the worst of it is 

I wasn’t dying of cold.

I’m not dying without you, blondie

but I’m not living without you either.