Standing alone looking out at the
future and the death of what used
to be. I remember well that
scorching summer day when
everything I knew changed. So
many memories and dreams like
snowflakes now melted away.
Passing the places I don’t know
anymore, the years have numbed
what remains of a love, gone astray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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