I'm wallowing in the last droplets
Of my glass of wine
And a river of self pity,
Wondering
What makes my melancholy,
And realizing
That it's your ghostly presence,
Taunting,
Teasing,
Laughingly joyful
Of its intangibility,
And mocking
Every day of
Your absence,
You miss me
You miss me
You miss me
(June 15th,2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this alot actually. Its simple but you remember it.