When you left,
I took some of our memories,
And tied them by beautiful threads,
I joined the broken pieces of my heart,
And moved on,
Taking some memories,
And leaving behind some,
For you to take.
For when you left,
Because I know you'll come back,
When you regret,
The choices you made,
And when you come back,
I want you to take those memories and move on,
For when you realise what, why, where, when, and how,
It'll be too late, for me to be back around.
She recieved the letter, at her tombstone,
Years later,
She tried to move on,
But all she did was see his face,
In every soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful and poignant poem of great memories.5*