-maybe u will miss one day
with other men
while you are walking in other cities
the first novel you read
the first man you loved
becos of legal pain
even becos of loneliness
ur eyes will get tears
with other men
in other cities
you dont make it clear
maybe you will miss one day
dry ur loneliness of ur eye
whisper my name to walls at that moment
thousand knives are on my back
you are namesake with thousand of them
each of them is admirer of you