We used to
be close once
Once
we told each other
everything.
Well,
almost everything.
Who knew
that the 'almost'
would turn out
to be the problem?
I see her now,
the one you tell
your everything to.
I can tell you feel she
'gets' you.
You know what,
I think she does.
But sometimes
I can't help but wish
she were still me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your words suggest many things.i enjoyed the poem