Am I gone
Am I gone
have u been successful
in excavating every blissful memory
of us
do you remember the red balloon
is it gone too?
I didn’t realize it was so harmful
Just a happy thought in a café
Cheered you up that day
instigating your sorrow every time we talk
every instant you look at me
wounded expressions break through
no more sorries
they don’t mean anything
anymore
begotten memories
coming back to me
the sweetness in our broken friendship lost…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a melancholy and meaningful poem.