All Over

You’re like a dead man,
I mourn.
Far, on a land from where
You’re not coming back,
Like the dead.
Or was it me who died?
We inhabit strange lands,
The bitter taste of the stranded,
And I feel the pain of the ones
Who lost their dearest ones
To eternity.
I lost you to the darkness,
The distance.
You're like the dead,
Always on our minds
To remind us that they
Won't come back.
That they need to be forgotten,
That they lost their beauty,
Their bodies,
That they cannot be loved
Or desired any more.
That even if you die
You will never be able
To meet them again.

(Sonia P, 2002)