No, I don't love her anymore,
I've already closed that door.
I don't care what she might say
Or exactly why she couldn't stay.
But I wonder beneath the moon's light,
Who's roof is she under tonight?
I don't think of her each day
I've healed from all that disarray.
I don't think about what's past
Or why things didn't last.
But I can't help but think and write
About who she's with tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute and enigmatic. Read mine - Storm Song - Adeline