in the cold mist and in the dead of night
I stood for hours waiting for your reply
we stood face to face and talked as lovers do
you told me you loved me but in your heart
you felt unsure of our tomorrows until I wept
then you cringed at the thought of my being hurt
however you turned to walk away but stopped
I believed you when you said you'd be back soon
now four hours later I finally got a clue
because now I am just a forgotten memory
Sigh...
Sometimes we learn hard things, the hard way. Thanks for sharing, Glen Peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad tale of love elegantly narrative in a passionate poem. Very heartfelt. Thanks for sharing Smit.