A goodbye
is a cheated Feeling,
Like you’ve been kissed by
The shadow
Of a lover passed.
All the motion is there, but
The dissidence of two
Realities pulled apart,
Absurdly takes
Precedence,
No matter how real that kiss
Is,
Your always tasting the tail
End of her passion,
Like catching the dust of a
Shooting star,
Trying to make a wish
But unable to figure out where the rest went.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem