It's almost midnight.
I can't sleep.
The air around me once held joy —
now it is loneliness.

I light a cigarette.
I hear only my footsteps,
keeping time with my heart.

I know... I know... I know...
But if I keep waiting for you,
will you come back to me someday?
Don't leave me like this.

Your hands...
your eyes...
your lips...
the way you spoke about love.

I love you.