I miss you, a long list

I miss you when the wind crosses my weeping eyes

I miss you when the sun crosses my barren wasteland of a heart

I miss you when a laughter bursts in the air, a laughter that doesn’t belong to me

I miss you when I walk down the busy street, wishing we could sail the world together

I miss you when I don't know what to do, with this love of mine

What can I hold, with these bare cold hands?

What can I do, when the dreams of you cross my mind,

Where I wait for you, a certain hunger, a certain desire?

What can I do when I see your lips, in my cold empty mind

And the desire fills my body but there's nothing to hold on to?

What can I do, when I see your veiny hands, full of life

And I want to cling on them? My hands have no life, alone, holding nothing

But guts of cold northern wind.

My desire is an abandoned slaughterhouse,

I never had the chance to taste the golden apple

So I can only look from afar, waiting for a sign

That you love me too and I am not insane

But what do I do, when I see the sun

And I think of holding on to you?