on the surface of
it is this casualness of
two people meeting by accident
like two boats merely
passing each other by
leaving some foams of waves
leaving this disturbance
that lasts for only a while
and then ti subsides and then
you remember nothing
except that feeling that
keeps on telling you: it should
have been that way, it should
have been, but you didn't
dare and you didn't last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem