she caressed her lips to his face
and in her language said goodbye
to him, as he stood...
I have chased windmills and ridden on the trails
of shooting stars all within the lifetime of holding her close
simply by her name I called her but in it I said so much more
I whispered promises from my heart as she walked from me
but in her pause I knew she heard me reach for her
I drew down to my knees only to feel my heart drown
and in the wake of my insanity I could only felt her voice
touching my collarbone...hello
as I gathered my strengths I ran to grab her back into my arms
and she could only turn and stare at me in tears
and with that I kissed her into my very soul
and we stood joined and unfaithful to circumstance
and she...for that memories sake became part of me
and I hers to keep as I touched her face goodbye..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem