Parting.. Refik Martinovic

Please...
don't touch me
with memories and dreams
which no longer waiting in line
to dream of them
because the rains have washed away all my verses
dedicated to you
and my rhymes run away when I mention you name.

Don't come again in the mornings of dreamy city
under an old linden tree that shrouded us in the shadows
it no longer smells like your hands
and like the music of your lips
don't let you birds land on the roof of my house
and writes messages that love is eternal.

Please...
don't go out in to the night alone
that we would not meet by chance
because secret chambers of my soul are closed for you.
only wounds ramained
which cannot be cured by time
learn to live with them
and be my chapter
for some distant story.

Don't follow my steps anymore
they are empty as autumn rains
which I don't like anymore
I'm also proud of the pain you left me
big as a mountain
and you stayed just as a providence of imagination and dream
and a short romance
from spring to autumn