Once I wrote about you, do you remember?
I guess it doesn't matter now because you no more
But I once wrote "he wasn't there for me" but do
You understand the irony right about now.
Now you not here for eternal and I can only
Wish if I'd said, I miss you, I love yet we both
Know that's not the truth but it'll stay buried
Within me the answers I needed from you.
When I first saw you I wasn't angry, I wasn't
Sad nor exultant but I was eager to understand
The truancy but I comprehended your eagerness
To hear those words "I forgive you".
But all I ever thought about when we first met was
I am looking into the eyes of a man I grown blaming
For his absence and I was so convince I can never be
Him but worth it trust me it wasn't because it was
The more I secluded self from the world.
Now that you have departed I wish I'd said "I forgive
You" because I had forgiven you but the pride was
Blinding me so if you're out there, if you can hear
Me, you are forgiven…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem