If words can reach you,
I’ll combine thousands of them ‘til you can hear my thoughts.
If distance means strength,
I’ll go to the farthest of the world just to strengthen what’s ours.
If songs can be interpreted into stories,
I’ll compose and produce an album to tell our every chapter.
If this poem reaches you,
It means that our fight is over.
If I considered you mine through my is,
I now know that claim turned into was.
If I would have known that everything is temporary,
I should have prepared a back-up plan.
Unfortunately, yours worked and not mine.
Then I shall shift to reality that I’ll open my eyes without you by my side.
If this poem reaches you,
You’ll be in someone else’s arms now.
If this poem is heard through every cafes we have been before,
You’ll be enjoying every sip of your drink with her.
If this poem is read in radios of different stores,
You’ll be walking in that street, holding her hand
And if ever you got the chance to know about the existence of this poem,
Pretend that you did not hear it...
Just continue walking, holding the hand of your new safest home.