Do you like your life? –
They ask.
I love,
And hate it.
For what does it matter?
Are you happy? –
They ask.
Not more than I am unhappy.
I’m alive.
Is it not enough?
I can still see you,
with the eyes of my imagination.
I can still see you,
smiling at me the way you used to smile
I can still see you,
your eyes holding all of the world’s beauty
I can still see you,
and I hope I will never stop.
