I wish I could tell you
that it gets easier.
But I've realized after ten years
not only that it doesn't get any easier,
but that the memories
begin to fade a little
only to be replaced with guilt.
Ten years ago,
I could've sworn I'd never forget
our phone number.
Positively,
I could find my way
through our old house with my eyes closed.
Now?
Now I can only remember the feelings.
It's as if my mind
intentionally tunes out
all of the details which I strived so hard
not to forget.
I am left longing
for the warmth of her arms around me,
for the smell of cigarette smoke
in her overcoat,
and for the sound of her
heartbeat,
all forever gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a sad poem. Why is it that our mind forgets? We'll probably never know. Such poignantly wonderful memories here...