The door has closed right before me,

A knock resounded, then it died.

Again, I'm left with silence only,

And my mood has taken a dive.

I stand alone in this damp hallway,

Around me darkness, two paths unfold:

To stay and wait for steps approaching,

Or turn away and let it go.

To go where loneliness surrounds me,

Where skies are weeping from despair.

All's gray and dirty, cruel, unfounded,

Where people walk with vacant stares.

To come back home, undress, start drinking,

Lie in a soft bed to unwind,

And in my mind, the world start hating,

For parting us was so unkind.

Though parted not for long, I’m knowing

We'll meet again in a few days,

But without her, time moves so slowly,

A month with her speeds by like rays.

Speeds by faster than these hurtful days,

Without her lips, which I adore,

Without the scent of hair, her gaze,

Without the fire inside that roars.