Rue de toi

If I could reach the sky by the tip of  my fingers 

To touch the edge of the clouds calling for my surrender

As I saw your face beneath the fog of the cold air vaporizes 

this thin glass of miss

Its still not enough to wipe away the longing of these eyes as this heart sleeps away the hurt

like anesthesia;

I thought I'm dead

You're gone carried away by the hands of the Angels

I witnessed the all and everything of what a man in love would do

for a woman whose heart is just an empty room for a man who is a universe

I cannot reach you

even if souls are light

I cannot measure the distance of your last word

and the silence afterward

You left me high and dry

I run to the same bed 

tracing even the slightest smell of you

but I see you sleep with those soundless ears

and untouchable skin 

with your eyes closed gracefully like a curve of a familiar smile

tonight is darker and quieter 

and the sky seems deeper than infinity but you're too much further far away from that