Another one carried away
By his dreams
Ambition
Commitment
Call it what you will
But he's gone
I knew it would happen
So did he
But we began something that had
An inevitable end anyway
They all move away
I suppose that's the curse of your
Early twenties
Everyone moves away
I washed his sweatshirt
And put on one from a stranger
Who gave me his a year ago on my birthday
When I was locked out and cold
I never saw him again
So I couldn't give it back
He knew that would happen
But he gave it to me anyway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah yes unmarried love so fickle and shortlivd as u portray most super way in fine freeverse.