waiting for you, I set on the stump
wondering witch one is you
perhaps its the next the one
nope that one just kept going
I start to think of the past
you know the first time he ever said hi
I think about how much I miss him
his gentle touch and sweet kisses
anther one passes me by
I continue thinking of the past
I remember that day when I wore that white
dresses and he was in a black tux
I remember the promise we made and kept
Oh! how I’ve missed him these last years
I think I see you it has to be you
I can feel it but no I’m not ready
that’s when you stop beside my and
pull me in to the dark mucky cab
I cant see your face your hood covering it
but I can feel you coldness
we don’t speak on that long ride
I only think of the last time I saw him
lying in that bed his icy skin and his blank eyes
Oh! cant wait for this ride to be over
we stop in front of those steps
I look up and there he is
after all this time I get him back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem