Without You by Bozhidar Ivanov

Many miles tear us apart,
and though we knew it from the start
we hurt and bleed and seek escape
and thoughts of We keep us awake.

I dream of you, but wake to none,
to talk all day – that was the plan,
but time wears down your lovely face,
and in my mind leaves but a trace.

‘Cause I still choke on restless hope,
your words not able to evoke
the scent of flowers in your hair,
the lovely cross I had to bear.