Chances are... I'll never see you again,
You're miles away now,
Separated from me by a number of seas;
Chances are... You don't want to see me anymore,
Judging by the way you took off,
Not even one last glance at me;
Chances are... You'll never write to me,
Never want to hear from me,
Not now, not ever;
Chances are... The loving and the caring never existed,
You and I were mere actors,
Acting it out on cue;
Chances are... We'll choose not to reminisce,
The memories for each other erased,
The past, buried forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazingly stated! That was a shap poem. Always, Linda