i see you standing there
in an old metro station
'red shoes for the weekend' you said
'ah' was all I said
'wont you walk with me' you said
'will you let me not? ' I said
what you said after does not really matter
because I did walk with you
and did share those sunsets
('yes. He did a good job on this one' i said) .
('She did' you said)
and did share your air,
your time, your space
the odd waffle cone
and your grouchy morning awake
what happened after
i still am trying to know
('you dont want it anymore' you said)
('perhaps we never did' i said)
but still i see you standing there
with your red shoes and your wayward hair
you smile that red shoe smile
that i dont want to see.
sometimes why cant time just let me be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a pleasant surprise..lovely