In my heart
you only lasted for a season,
and then you fell from mind
like the leaves of dead October
Yet you still talk about the
fragments of your past with others
as though we're living it
this moment
because you can't bare
to face the cold hard truth
that now you mean
nothing to everyone
you knew so along ago
You're the only one
still dwelling on the person
that you used to be
No one even
knows or cares
you're gone...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem