He was like her old pair of shoes
He watched her get a new one over and over again..
His days are sluggishly consumed in the arms of a dirty rack
Long forgotten like a dead man
And all he could do was to wish
Keep wishing she would one day remember him
To remember those days he was once her favourite
When he was once all she ever had..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem