If you ever remember our story,

just don´t look for me

in any place we shared,

don´t try to find me again

in sunlit flowery gardens,

don´t hope to see me

in the human tides of avenues.

It is no use looking for me,

I waited for you too long a time,

kept the torches burning

in a temple you had forsaken

and I was left to see crumbling.

Still, there are traces of myself

in the moon lined clouds,

in the dark waters of canals,

in endless nights and stars.

They have all shared my pain,

they have seen tears flowing,

I have become part of them

and dwell in their hidden realm.