I thought I saw you pass this way last night
or was it just a trick of the light.
You passed so close and even brushed my arm
not recognising who I was, as if I was not there.
There was a stranger holding someone like you tight,
and then they kissed as we used to do before we said goodnight.
Was it my imagination of how we used to be
or was it someone else with you instead of me?
10 January 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem