So many are the days,
Added with hope,
To read what you say.
But today is just another day,
Tomorrow maybe,
From you I might hay.
I miss you,
and from missing you,
in other friends,
in other poems,
I find reflexions you.
Would that mean that you are here?
Would that mean that you are with me?
Would that mean that you are a part of me?
I miss you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem