He...
He has already forgotten me.
I...
I remember him now.
He was like an early spring breeze.
His nightly color hair.
His sleepy voice in
between soft kisses.
Together by the cool beach
as our body-heat,
burning in fever.
Whispering thoughts of
our future and children.
But just like the white waves
of the blue ocean's
in that cool beach,
our dreams and love
were washed away as
we drifted apart.
He...
He has forgotten me.
I...
I could never forget.
Poem born 12/16/15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Aileen, Another lovely poem from you. A failed love story leaves deep scars. But, we learn to live with the scars. But who can forget the first soft kisses? Exquisitely worded. To convey the bitter memories of the sweet times. Great. Another 10++