For The Ones We Miss

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When I’m lying in my bed and it’s fresh outside, when I’m crossing the street and everything around me vibrates, when leaves crack under my steps or the coldness dries out my skin that only warmth can heal – I miss you.

I miss the way you refresh me and the way you vibrate around me. I miss the way you crack under my coldness and the way you heal with your warmth.

You are gone. Autumn has barely even started yet, but the restlessness in my soul is already here. The morning mist now gently falls upon the grass while dew is hanging on its strands, catching the tender touch of an unclouded Sun, tender, just like your own. I can still feel it you know? Sadness in my souls acts as the mist and my tears represent the dew.

The Sun no longer reaches me, the Sun without you is gone.

 

CROATIAN 

Kada ležim u krevetu, a vani svježina. Kada prelazim ulicu, a oko mene bruji, kada lišće puca pod mojim korakom, a hladnoća isušuje kožu koju toplina onda liječi – nedostaješ.

Nedostaješ da osvježiš, da oko mene brujiš. Nedostaješ da pucaš pod mojom hladnoćom i liječiš svojom toplinom.

Nema te. Jesen jedva da je i stigla, a u mojoj duši nemir već se skuplja. Jutarnja magla sada blago pada na travu, a rosa za njom posustaje, hvata nježan dodir zagasitog sunca, nježan baš kao i tvoj. Još uvijek ga osjećam, znaš?

Tuga u mojoj duši glumi maglu nemirnu, a suze na mome licu oponašaju rosu.

Do mene Sunce više ne dopire, Sunca bez tebe nema.

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