If i didn't say goodbye
it wouldn't bè real. I couldn't say goodbye,
because for me it would never be real.
11 years later and still it's not real.
But missing you dearly,
that's real.
Thinking of you every day, that's real.
I found and picked up a penny today. Was that you sending luck my way? -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem