It's been months.
Days have passed by so quickly.
It's been long,
but all our memories still haunt me.
It may not be too obvious,
but it's been hard to resist.
I miss the days we spent,
the days he was my reason to exist.
But now, I wouldn't even dare to get near.
I wouldn't talk or make a sound.
It's sad looking back when we thought,
'Each other, we finally found.'
I miss spending hours
talking to him on the phone.
Even when I waited for him 'til midnight,
never did I feel alone.
I miss the simple care
he showed me now and then.
Now they're all gone,
but I still can't comprehend.
I believe he may have meant
everything he said before;
how circumstances change;
they are always unsure.
Up until now, I still don't understand.
'What went wrong with our love? '
How could you just let it go;
set me free like a dove.
It's clear I'm still holding
on to our past.
I just wanted to remember;
write them down, thinking somehow they might last.
It just hurts more to know
that he promised it wouldn't end like this again,
but I guess promises are meant to be broken,
like somehow hearts could be broken twice by the same man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem