Holding your hand
walking down deserted street
spend minutes stopped
enjoying sunset.
Squeeze fingers touch
reminds we're together.
Late Sunday
no one out right now
to early for most
and to late for many
so we've the streets
to ourselves
at least for now.
Like when we dated
years past before
vows and time
set the scene normality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem