If your bleeding wounds are left to me,
I should kiss them every time
Until they heal all of you
And bruise all of me,
I would put them close to my heart forever,
The blood should be the henna of my hands.
If fragments of your memories remain,
I should pick them one by one
And let them pierce and bleed my fingers,
I should ornament them as treasures,
I should be a bride to the remnants of us.
If your shadows are left behind,
I should dewel in this safe haven forever
Those blacks you would leave behind
are colours of my love,
I shall be a bride in this bridal hue.
I should be a bride,
Carrying these relics of wishes
To the grave of mine,
With whatever remains of you,
In this empty bosom of mine.