today the hope returned to my eyes
I couldn’t have been any more surprised
I thought that it was over for sure
but my heart swiftly broke its fall
and it rebuilt all its crumbled walls
a euphoria I couldn’t endure
I didn’t cry, I don’t know why
when the frustration was mounting
it happened a year ago tonight
but who’s counting?
I let you tell yourself you miss me
I would have loved for you to say that last year
you miss me? you love me?
for some reason
that’s the last thing I want to hear
then you appeared in my dreams
so it must be way worse than it seems
because I felt like I knew you again
so there I was at four in the morning
then suddenly, without a warning
I wanted to see you again
I didn’t cry, I don’t know why
when the frustration was mounting
it happened a year ago tonight
but who’s counting?
I let you tell yourself you miss me, you love me
I would have loved for you to say that last year
you miss me? you love me?
for some reason
that’s the last thing I want to hear
sometimes I wonder
what goes on inside your head
how much space is there between
what you meant and what you said
I have a bad feeling
I hope it’s just my imagination
because this to me this looks just like
a painful situation
I didn’t cry, I don’t know why
when the frustration was mounting
it happened a year ago tonight
but who’s counting?
I let you tell yourself you miss me, you love me
I would have loved for you to say that last year
you miss me? you love me?
for some reason
that’s the last thing I want to hear
a year ago tonight
you were thanking me for listening to you
a year ago tonight
you were thanking me for believing the truth
a year ago tonight
I was breathing in your reality
but tonight, tonight, tonight
I’m beginning to understand our own mortality
I didn’t cry, I don’t know why
when the frustration was mounting
it happened a year ago tonight
but who’s counting?
I let you tell yourself you miss me, you love me
I would have loved for you to say that last year
you miss me? you love me?
for some reason
that’s the last thing I want to hear
I want to hear your voice...
but only if I can hear it
a year ago tonight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent narrative poem Jade, it would read much better if condensed and less repetitive. Fondly, Jerry