(Summary: a pianist who once had young love but lost in the great fire. He still writes to her keeping the bundle with him, never sent but it’s the only way to keep the memory that she’s still with him. Basically: he’s devastated so he really doesn’t wish to face that she is actually gone but still with him like the old days. Slowly loosing sanity, it’s going to be long before he admits the final truth that she’s passed away.)
Dear ___,
Hey, umm
It’s my first time
Since forever a letter to write
So I’ve been wondering
How have you’ve been
How’s life been faring so far for you
Dear __,
Hello,
I’ve heard you’re around the neighborhood
Why don’t I come
Oh no, can’t write now
We’ll meet up later
Dear __,
We should take a break
Me and you
Just a night away
And count the stars
As we fall in that meadow
You always love so much
Dear __,
Where are you
The night and day
Where blood has filled the air
For so long
I don’t think I can bear much longer
Never mind that
I’ll being waiting
Dear __,
Have you seen the lights up far
You can see
They are lighting up fireworks
Just for you
Can see you my dear
Dear__,
So my dear
When can we meet
I’ll save a spot for you
On the meadow
We caressed for long
So when my dear
I’ll be waiting
Dear ___,
Here and there
I’d imagine a few keys
In front here
Playing in the air
Still feels like you were still there
Still feels like you were still with me
But its just figments of memory
Which will never come back
But it’s the only way
It’s the only way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem