No matter wherever you go
there is always faces
you have the feeling
you have seen them somewhere before.
The problem is you can’t think where
that might have been without asking them.
You just sit and suffer
with your mind trying to think where.
Then the face disappears
and you’re left in a limbo
wishing you had said something
or that your paths will cross again.
30 May 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we have all been here at some time, It is nice to see the feeling in words. very good write.