a man and a woman
meet for the first time
their eyes meet and
understand
but both of them are not free
slaves of their past
and still subjects to the whispers
of the hazy future
their paths crisscross
and they admit they're only there
for the moment
each takes the ride to nowhere
and shall only remember
and then of course, forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem