I check a profile
I write a poem
I have a dream,
flashbacks.
This road.
that turn,
a vintage song
provoke memories.
Like a poison
inside me
that won't pass,
images linger...
Not for him.
I realize
he blithely
continues;
I just don't weigh that heavily on his mind.
September 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem