My Pillow gazes upon me at night
empty as a gravestone;
i never thought it would be so bitter
to be alone,
not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
the hanging lamp darkened,
and gently stretch out my hands
to gather in yours,
and softly press my warm mouth
toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak
then suddenly I'm awake
and all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly
where is your blond hair,
where your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
and poison in every wine;
i never knew it would be so bitter
to be alone,
alone, without you.

(Hermann Hesse)