PINE TREE

I wear pearls not because of their cost

Not because of the luxury or wanting to be above.

I wear pearls, because they remind me of you.

Love. Too little letters for such a complex concept

Hurt. Doesn't describe how much.

Lost. Where, why, and until when?

I can't help but miss you.

I can't help but think maybe we should meet now,

but you cannot rise from ground.

Chained to the helplessness

I want to go somewhere where we could meet;

just like we did near the pine tree.

Fighting something I can't see

is just as difficult as to breath without lungs,

as difficult as to think with no mind,

as difficult as to accept you were never mine.