It's a new year
and I wonder if you've changed.
I text
but don't call.
The no reply shows
you still don't care.
It's been years
since your smiled
and calmed my nervous shifting weight
from one foot
to the other.
I know people who have changed
but it all leaves me
trying to forget.
I remember those who I want to forget
and forget
those who I try to remember.
But you're stuck in my head.
The way you brushed hair away from my face
so I could see
perfection in your face.
I held you for hours without a word
without sudden movements,
I didn't want to scare you off.
But I did
and now you're gone.
The melodious laugh that made me smile
is a sharp sound emitted from the darkness in my mind
that makes me bow my head and cry.
'Don't cry, ' your ghost says.
And with the wind,
the grains of your ghost
blow away.
One by one.
I still see the impression
and the beautiful
outline.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this..had some touch of magic in it...magic within your fingers as you wrote this....