I've had poems running through my head,
Since you walked away.
I've surely thought right out,
Just exactly what I'd say,
If I were to see you
Even just once more,
Or were I to hear you,
knocking at my door.
But that won't surelly happen,
Now that you are gone.
Instead I will stay awake,
to welcome in this cruel dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem