Memories being sung to rhythms quietly intense, keeping selves in modes of yesterday's romance and dignity.
Now alone and feeling the loneliness as it surrounds this aging senior, feeling the abandonment and emptiness of when younger.
No one can compare to the atmosphere of all the yesterdays that have gone beyond us into the darkness once again when the song is done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem