Here I am, thinking, taking a new deep breath, and trying to forget you, letting all the sadness behind and building a new world without you.

That was wonderful, that was beautiful, we were there, happy: that was our. That was yesterday.

Here I am, crying, taking strength from nowhere and trying to endure your name from my wounded soul.

That was lovely, that was charming, we were one hearth: that was our. That was yesterday.

Here I am, you are not here, here I am, in front of your old coffin.