Even though you are gone for good
there are so many things that I wish I could take back
and tell you how I truly feel
and apologize for the way I was
even though I know it won't change anything
of how things are now
I wish I could tell you so many things
But you are gone for good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We live a life full of trials and tribulations. And of our regrets one the most deeply wounding is the loss of love. To rise above it, we must not think of the could, should, would of. But instead look to the future to fill that void created by the past. Even as it seems the pain now seems unrelenting. One cool summer night it will subside. As we find a new romance, or new friend. Love is repeating trend that doesn't seem to have an end. ~This is to all your new poems because they seem to be all about the same thing for the most part. I'm not saying it is a bad thing. But you should write more. Poetry is limited to its creation. A course that sometimes takes a deviation.