I have brought you nothing new.
It is still me, still the same.
I cannot lead you into tomorrow.
But I am in all of your yesterdays,
And my heart breaks today.
But if you travel back to where
I am, and have been waiting
For you all these lonely months.
I will be here. I will love you still.
I'm here to stroke your hair.
I'm here to touch your chest-
And feel your heart race within.
I'm here to see you run barefoot.
And if I'm lucky you will
Thrust your naked ribs to mine,
Entwine that leg with my thigh,
Clutch my sides- fingernails imprinting in my back as I
Push down into you.
Look to me with such a love,
Then to the lit candle on the dresser
And kiss my neck while whispering,
'I remember, I remember.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem