Condensation forms on the window pane,
My hair becomes damp, as I lean, getting tired,
The sound is faint, but I can hear the rain,
Splattering on the road, soaking the tyres.
The bus rolls on, the engine hums,
In my hand is a book, yet to turn a page,
I see a baby asleep in his mother’s arms,
An elderly couple hold hands, wrinkled with age.
I am too distracted to read, my mind on other things,
I look back on my mistake, or was it right?
I have left my true love behind, it stings,
At the end of my tunnel, is there a light?
My heart is torn, but not all the way,
Whether there is still hope, I do not know,
When she calls me, I don’t know what to say,
She asks do you want me back but all I can say is no.
Too much has happened, how can I go back?
I caught her in bed, with another guy,
I’ve made my choice, my suitcase has been packed,
The photos sizzle, memories burn, it’s time for goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poem was great i really enjoyed reading it. i hope to read more soon nikki