Her.. Poem by Jorge Arturo Valles Anguiano

Probably not today,
probably not tomorrow,
probably not the day after tomorrow,
but I know that I'll see that smile again and
feel the same feelings that I've felt today,
in a future.

And nostalgia will come later,
making me suffer,
but I know that it wasn't her fault,
it was my fault,
if I didn't have any feelings towards her,
if I wasn't afraid of telling her my feelings,
probably I wouln't have felt that,
and soon I'll feel nostalgia.

Someone unavoidable,
someone that makes me happy,
someone that makes me sad...,
her...