You messaged me the other day.
Oh, I was so happy!
It's been almost two months.
You asked what I was up to,
I told you and asked the same.
You said you were in Clay,
Where we always used to play.
I was going into town that fine day,
And on the way, I passed by Clay.
I slowed only a little.
I knew you were there.
I didn't stop.
I had to be somewhere.
I wanted to see you.
I've missed you so much.
I knew were there.
Clay is where our church is.
Where I sat on your lap.
Where we entwined our fingers.
Where we had our first kiss.
I knew were there.
You were probably sitting behind the church,
In your favorite swing.
Sitting there thinking,
What were you thinking? !
I'm JUST another girl,
Though you've known me
For oh, so long.
I knew you were there.
And I didn't go see you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How we regret missed opportunities for things more important at the moment. enjoyable verse.