i think i too remember you
how we talked for long and
i think i was enjoying it
down to the last bit, but
i think for all those years
i must have forgotten you,
until this day, when i begin
to write these nonsensical
form of poetry that runs without
direction, and when it has
arrived at a dead-end then it
begins to remember those that
happened to someone like you.
whatever that is, it is here.
it is here, and you are gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem