My Poem to Estonian Literature Course ("To Tartu")

I am going to miss You.
I don't know if You are a friend or home.
First time we met you were colorless
- even cold.
Though I liked you.

I am going to miss You.
The Sunshine on Your face on the first days of spring.
Our nights. You never sleep
but I have seen you waking up.

I talk with You.
In cafeterian.
In the park.
By the River.
You speak through the threes.
Through the flow of the River.
You speak launguages.

And we stop. You smile.
And a butterfly lands on my arm.
Today You smile at me.
The rain has stopped. The rain has gone from Your face.

I am going to miss You.
I don't know if you are a friend or home.