where does this leave us, after tonight what will we become? more than we have been? more than bed partners or a friend in passing? can we still swing under the streetlights and dance in the rain? my days are spent on park benches, on rocks along the beach, walking to and fro, calling your name, hoping the waves wash it out to sea so we can soon be reunited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem