An odd conundrum of sorts, I suppose
Nostalgia following nostolgic thoughts
After months of this sad heart being fraught
And my mind thinking thoughts nobody knows
But, here's my heart, not missing you as much
Finding peace and solace in our contrasts
And the memory of your touch has passed
Yet, oddly, I miss the thought of your touch
Depressed in joy, a paradox am I
Moving on, looking back into the mist
Missing missing you; missing what I missed
Though I've moved on, you're with me by and by
Missing missing you is a mystery
But, I suppose that's how I'll always be
((November 1st,2008))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent wording, very informative