Claudia Moscovici

The painful poignancy of desire

A day spent without you

A day spent without you
Is a silent wave
Swallowed by the sea
It’s a forgotten name
A long abandoned dream
A day spent without you
Is a castle in the sand
Blown away by the wind
It’s a torn and sullied page
A tossed useless sketch
A day spent without you
Is a day not lived