Within my daily design
Of being humbled and heading out
Seeking to find some inspiration
Or at least some small distraction
I dress the part of being focused
Looking to find myself on the street
A stranger I'd like to meet
She would be smiling
And strolling without direction
Letting the day take her through unfamiliar towns
Past fancy boutique windows
Where only her reflection was prettier
She would seemingly have a skip in her step
Her hair hinting of sunlight's slather
Behind the flash of her shining eyes
There would be no trace of a tortured heart
I would make her my new found friend
Talk for hours of dreams and dally in the daydream
Of what life was like before you broke me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when we miss something so closer depth of missing will be so harder