You put an end to it.
Said there was no point in dwelling.
You stopped wanting it.
I still see you.
When I open my eyes and hear
the bus stop outside my window.
When I look out the window
where you wrote our names
and put a heart around it.
I still see you when the songs
are played. The songs you sang
to me with a whisper in the night.
You stopped wanting it.
But I still see it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem