I think about you often
But I never speak your name.
I remember you back when
You and I were quite the same.
Back when the world was young and kind.
Sometimes I wish life would rewind.
I think about the old days,
Of nights underneath the stars.
I think about it always,
I'm reminded by these scars.
You were right here but then erased,
I still recall your smell, your taste.
Though we'll never meet again
And we'll never be the same,
I think about you often
But I never speak your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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