I am sorrowful at the dawn of this night spent without you,
My hands are empty, my eyes are wet.
I have placed your picture by my bed; today my grief is deep.
I raise a glass to our memories and drink to my longing for you.
Amid shattered loves, I am here, far away from you.

And this absence of you is a curse,
I snap at everyone and everything.
I am the skin your curling hair once touched.
How many loves could ever make me feel this way?
Your name is carved into my mind like a nail.
What did I hold on to in you? Was it that first glance?

Volkan Avşar