Perhaps it's better to die
if I can't have you.
How could I
wake up in the morning
and open my eyes
just to think about you?
Moving in my bed
looking for you and not finding you?
How could I
face the day
without hoping to run into you?
Searching for you among other people
but knowing that I'll never see you?
How could I
watch a falling star
without having a chance to make a wish
to have you with me?
And if I can't have you,
perhaps it's better to die.
I'll wait until I finish this poem,
my life,
to die in the arms of a dream
which could never come true.

July 29, 2017