I was afraid.
I went outside like I did every night
to the swingset by the woods.
I'm not sure why I go out there,
it could be the stars,
or the thought of you
that always came with them.
I was alone,
and hearing noises in the woods,
my imagination working full force,
I felt like I was being watched.
Whenever I felt like this,
I imagined you
watching me from the woods.
This didn't scare me,
the thought was comforting,
that you still longed for me
like I long for you.
I hadn't seen you in months,
I'm afraid I wouldn't even recognize your face
if I did ever happen to see you again.
Why is that the most terrifying thought?
I once thought forgetting you would be a good thing;
I guess I still love you too much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem