It’s Chloe all over again.
When I see you walk in.
Is it the eyes?
Maybe your smile?
The way you nod your head?
I already know the answer.
It’s your face.
Something about it captures me.
I don’t understand why.
It’s not like I’m interested.
Or maybe I am.
I hate it. I don’t hate you.
I don’t know you.
I didn’t know Chloe.
But something about your faces.
Something about the familiarity.
Could you be a past lover?
I a reincarnation?
Who could I have been?
How did I meet you?
I think of everything.
Everything I discarded.
For a chance to be with you.
Impossible it seems to be.
Impossible it always will be.
For I never stood a chance.
I didn’t even want too.
But somehow I wanted to try.
I wrote Chloe a letter.
One she will never read.
But it doesn’t matter now.
Did it ever really?
Will I write you a letter?
Will I even think twice?
Is it another scenario?
Does it ever matter?
No. It doesn’t matter.
But I’ll think about you.
Like I thought about her.
~Zale “Day Trekkers”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem