I sat here in this bare and discreet room,
Remembering you, feeling sad and blue
No matter how I try so hard to disguise,
You will always remain as a terrible surprise
Tragic as it seems to me, for you becoming a memory
A one nostalgic, lonely yet special allegory
You're constantly there; you're everywhere I hide
Like a shadow, like a confidant, here by my side
This is the 100th day that I've been into the past
Only to realize how our worlds didn't really last
Forgotten was I and you were gone,
All has been said, all has been done
Today is the 100th day of hoping and waiting
For someone who was dead 99 days ago and counting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice line, with a final lyrical surprise.. :) Thanks for sharing