Today there was something I wanted to share
I turned to speak to you, but you weren’t there…
A vacancy was noticeable in your favorite chair.
How unusual it is to think that you can still hear.
I talk to you, and listen as though you were near.
A response is expected, as I anticipate with a tear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aw... who is this one about? : ( sorry...