Someday,
you will forget my name and face.
You will walk with them
who are not my friends,
attend their parties,
drink with their glasses.
you will drift in far places
you will meet more lovers,
those who are fancier than me
and you will tell them better words.
you will have to buy more gifts
and hear more songs,
you shall shave your beard
many more times,
change shoes, change ties.
you shall find a better job,
more wealth is waiting.
By then, you shall not remember
how it feels, this now,
with your hand warm on mine.
You will forget the lines
that you have just told me.
You will forget that I'm smiling.
I am not afraid when you will,
but please, at least
remember me, someone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melanie, writing poems like this I think a lot of people will remember you. This was just beautiful. The gentle flow that just swept me along. Top marks from me. Thanks for sharing it. David