I reach out my hands
please, take them.
Let me feel the touch of you.
The presence of absence:
eternity is ticking
towards endless aim,
makes yearning even bigger.
My tears are burning.

Half of me will
be filled with life.
Half of me - no more.
The more I fill in with years
collecting experiences,
the deeper the loss.
Daddy, who is it
that deceived me
of all I ever wanted from you:
Just one small living memory
to keep in my heart.