Words...
I utter or write -
Maybe because I can't forget you?
Yet every line reminds me of you
even more.

Is there any price I can pay
to forget you?
But how could I,
when you're the only one
who called me by my name,
not by the given one?

I struggle among words
that seem to have lost their meaning.

Slave of words, I use my master
to make myself understood,
to search you, and perhaps,
if I'll find you, to lose you again,
only silent I can't remain,
because in my depths
I only hear myself
calling you by my name....