Seeing her run.. into his arms..
the parts that healed..
fell apart..
Picking up the pieces..
when I know I should just leave it all behind..
Taking my last sigh..
The road that stood in front..
The past, future, present..
Where am I going?
I dont know..
but here I am.. dropping the ball..
My end of the line..
walking away.. for the first time..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem