I refuse to believe that I won't see you again.
So, thank you for your picture.
It may be all that I could ever have.
Because there are my memories,
But memories dim.
The lines will blur and the reasons begin
To take on new meanings,
Reshape in odd ways.
But somewhere you exist
Your real and I miss
That you are not here
And may never come again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem