Do you walk down the cobbles, searching?
Glancing through windows with spare hope.
Have you ever heard me calling your name?
Only to turn around and find it was only the wind.
Ever felt you got lucky on a train?
But no comfort in a strangers face.
How desperate it is and painful too.
To search for something you love,
That you know will never come back to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem