You’ll leave me soon. Your body still lives in the same home as me, but your mind, heart and soul is gone. Telling you I know about your secret lover would only hasten your departure. Knowing and living with you is killing me. Being without you is beyond my imagination. T.J.

You say that you love rain,
but you open your umbrella when it rains…
You say that you love the sun,
but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines…
You say that you love the wind,
But you close your windows when wind blows…
This is why I am afraid;
You say that you love me too…
Korkuyorum Turkish poem