You didn't say,
"Never again! "
but,
"Maybe someday..."
Then, you vanished,
a misty rainbow
shimmering in your wake.
Those verbal scraps
echoing in my beggar's ears.
A kindness you paid
that I've kept
for the many years
since I've heard your voice.
I carry it in my pocket
like a blank lotto ticket,
worn out from checking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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