I haven't found anyone,
anyone I could share stories with.
That hasn't helped me,
but it hasn't stopped me,
from being me,
being who I am.
Still, I wonder,
where she could be,
where could she be?
The girl to share stories with,
share habits with,
share my thoughts,
and all to share.
Now I wonder,
about this,
but also not.
I wonder if it could be,
that I wasn't looking,
looking around me,
have I been blind?
Did I not see?
Was she around me,
around me already?
Maybe I was blind,
maybe she is here,
here with me.
Maybe she has been,
she has been here all along.
Until I know,
no one will know,
if she is here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem