There are times, I'm in a pensive
mood, just thinking of you! I can't
seem to shake this mood, as it
makes me, very blue. Time after
time, I've said to myself, how long,
can this go on? Isn't it, about time,
these feelings, should be gone?
It seems I can't pull myself together,
not where you're concerned. Even
after all these years, I still, haven't
learned. There are moments, I talk
to your picture, I know it may sound
silly, but it always, gives me a lift.
Then there are times, I stare into
space, where my thoughts, become
adrift. I sometimes get angry, because
you left me, but I realize, it wasn't, of
your choice. If I'd really listen carefully,
I'd hear, my inner voice. No matter, I'll
look at your picture and continue,
talking to you. After all said and done,
what harm, can it really do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem