Left undead
on unsaid purpose
by someone
she didn't ever know.
Changed in mind
he left her circus.
His performance
was afterglow.
Distance now
has come between them,
her will was warm
but felt his chill.
Caught in thought
of sweet impression,
he is deep
in memory still.
Sally Plumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sally, thankyou so much for pointing me at this poem - yes I understand every nuance of what you write, through bitter experience!