Morning

My bed has kept the smell of your body

And the air is sweet with the same smell.

I’m moved, searching for caress

The remembrance … You are far from me.

I close my eyes to remember you

To be with you once again…

If I open my eyes, the flood of cares

Would catch you and took you away…

Loneliness teaches me to be patient,

Expectation makes me good.

And I’m happy here, you rang

The bell at my door again.

                  Kremena  Yacheva

                      translated from bulgarian

                  Temenuga  Georgieva