He lingers in my mind for hours after he's left,
My heart may race, but my mind does,
Oh, does it race.
Long and hard,
Never ending,
Worse than a hamster running on it wheel
-about me and him-
I don't know if I can handle this speculation.
This speculation in which has to do with us,
Him and me,
And what may or may not be between us,
He's a dear friend, but can he ever be anymore than that to me?
God, I hope so...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem