I see your face
And I wonder
What will take its place.
I try to get it
Out of my head,
But it comes right back.
I see it instead.
I see your face
In the back
Of my mind.
I wonder
If it will always be there,
Or if it will go away in time.
When I see it,
I can almost feel
My fingers trace
The outline of your face.
I see your face
And I wonder
If I'll ever again
Have the pleasure to place
My lips against it.
I see your face
And I wonder
What will take its place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem