Jolanta Gradowicz

After Years

Some day we’ll meet on a street;
I’ll hardly recognize your face,
You’ll bow your head, I’ll follow suit
And lower my eyes just in case.

We’ll stop for a while to have a chat
And try to recall the last meeting.
You’ll ask, “What happened after that? ”
“Nothing special, I’ve been living…”

You will be very kind and nice,
I’ll touch nervously my glasses,
I’ll say goodbye, you’ll answer twice.
Again, my heart will fall to pieces…

Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 24, 2006
Poem Edited: Friday, August 27, 2010

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  • Sandra Fowler (9/2/2006 6:19:00 PM)

    Goodbye can be spoken a thousand times in the mind and still not go away.
    How well I know. Lovely work, Jolanta.

    Kind regards,


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