You are gone
But you left
Your kiss on a cup of coffee
And on my tear-filled eyes.
Shyly I approach the cup
And I kiss your kiss;
I call and call you
Again and again
With my tear-filled eyes,
The eyes kissed by you.
My God, I didn't know
It was to be the last kiss!
And since then
I have held
The book of suffering
In my arms.