Sitting on sidewalks contemplating
defeated dreams that linger in the dust,
I just want someone I can trust
with truth and dignity.
I've seen my plans
evaporate like summer mist
or like ancient memories
of the most fragile kiss.
If only I could return
to forgotten afternoons
in college book stores
or certain secret cities
with lavender hotel rooms.
All I really know now
is elaborate and changing thoughts
of love like it will never be again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem