every year
for 27 years
on the day he died,
her heart skips a beat,
and then it pounds like rain.
her head spins
and she weakens
her soul,
shattered all those years ago,
was once a part of his,
half of his.
I liked this Elsa, just remember, soulmates are never truly parted. 9 from Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. I felt your grief. Regards, Sandra Fowler