Missing you -
The ache has become a permanent fixture.
Then we say hello -
Then we say goodbye -
Like a rollercoaster we climb to the highs,
filled with anticipation and excitement,
longing for our short moments,
which feel as momentary as the pause -
just before the gut wrenching decent,
to the ever present bottom of the hill.
June 2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem