Something I found in an old notebook of mine

If the emptiness could be washed away
the way the waves clear the shore;
If the sadness could disappear
the way the waters rise up to the sky;
If the pain could be turned into its opposite twin
the way I could turn a coin around;
If the love I feel for you could leave my heart
in the only way my soul departs from my body;
maybe things would not be so difficult for me...