As I packed my things,
I looked around and see,
Many things of the past,
That remind me of we;
I couldn’t help but think now,
How sad it would be,
To just let everything to end this way,
Now I’ll go my way,
And you’ll go to yours,
What is there to expect,
But heartaches for us both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now I’ll go my way, And you’ll go to yours, ...only heartaches for me..... now.......... love is a mystery.......... struggles, problems, sense of loss, love, attachment.... so many thoughts came to my mind as i read your poem. very nice poem. tha nk you tony