I reached over for my watch,
however, I don't have a watch.
I had a watch before.
I remember.
Perhaps, what I reached for
was not my old watch,
the one I had, briefly,
during a childhood moment,
but for the memory
of a watch
that ticked around my life
merrily.
Once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is simply brilliant!