ITS ME

The one who, having found, then lost —
it's me.
I'm restless, I'm anxious.
Would that there were someone I could
call my own;
would that there were someone in whose
heart I could dwell.
Would that there were someone who
would tell me, just once, "I'm right here."

When bonds break and when your dear
ones are angry,
you draw close once more to distances.
Why does this happen, and make the heart
weep?
Words become useless.
My everything was left behind on this
shore...
and on that bank, walking off alone, is me.

Wherever I go, wherever I look,
all the faces are unfamiliar.
Once there was someone who was mine;
these matters have now become like an
old story.

Yesterday, life played new games;
those who won took everything away.
The one whose share was defeat — it's me.

The one who, having found, then lost —
it's me.