She too is gone,
Lost to time and dreams never to be dreamt.
A spring day suits her wardrobe better,
This cold winter fad has lost its style.
Apologizes…the leftovers to another relationships famished appetite.
Smiles…a reminder of better false moments.
Photographs…the loss of a thousand misplaced and misspoken words.
Words meant to be spoken but were never to be heard.
It belongs to the winds now along with likelihoods of love.
Roses were promised but only thorns remained.
The earth, sun, and rain nourished my selfishness.
Picking a lovely flower that was never mine.
A fool stands completely aware of thievery.
I find no peace of mind, no self discovers but still foolishly hope.
I am lost to my thoughts of what really never was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.