Chosen Memories
The simple things we used to do
A sunrise, sunset made for two
Things I no longer share with you
A price I've paid since we said adieu.
I cannot bear the pounding sea
I always think of you and me
Lovers who would never be
For things I'd never say to thee
A midnight walk upon the shore
Among the things I do no more
Crumpled words upon the floor
While ink just fades away…
Another tear for a debutante
Many, many tears for me
Another day for a love to haunt
My chosen memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem