Loneliness at night.

A serene tree tonight
remains without moving for a while
and the silent shadows arrive
to refer absences and regrets,
loneliness at night, dark night.

I can't find what to do or think
as I walk in the same space
where we shared a smile,
and now the moisture in my eyes
seeps into your painful memory
conducive to crying, crying and crying.

That being alone can be passable,
but being without you is saying goodbye
to all the good things and pleasant life.

Anyway, not even having a million
of people around me
I feel accompanied
because you are my love, my death and my life.