Before the signs of forgetting you, show,
I must let you go.
Your memory as your present is now worthless to me,
eventhough Love's immune to time, you see,
It's been too long now to be alright,
eventhough I thought it might,
somehow survive,
my love for you has turned impersonal.
I saw a bird fall off her nest,
this day has been so tragical.
We fell off our nest too,
me and you,
and in every moment ever since,
I've looked for you in all my skies,
I've told myself a million lies,
but it's too late now to recognise,
you,
and I've loved you too much to bear that pain.
In solemn, dusty libraries,
in the shadows of my memories
the caracases of our love rot,
and they, shall take time
to turn to dust,
but now is the time to let you go,
before the signs of forgetting you show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem