just woke up one morning
summer turned to early fall
found you’d left without a warning
you were gone and that was all
and it hit me from the blue
there was nothing I could say
there were things I never know
things that made you go away
you were willing to take chances
there was nothing I could do
you had questions without answers
and all those things I never knew
I felt the changing seasons
tried to call you on the phone
tried to understand your reasons
only wish that I had known
heard you moved out to the west
you were living on the coast
I went out to try to find you
ended up just chasing ghosts
I had no way of knowing
you had ghosts there of your own
and those feeling just kept growing
only wish that I had known
I guess you had your reasons
and those reasons mattered most
to go after your own demons
ended up just chasing ghosts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of something I wrote about two years ago.Mind if I send it to you? See what you think, if you agree that the theme is very similar.