This should be the last of my memories
But it’s not, and I’ll take the blame
I can’t let go of the moment
when I leapt from there to here
From you to somewhere, something, someone else
Reaching for a thing I couldn’t have
why does the world move like this
Out to get me
While I cross a forbidden space
it pulls at me with bitter claws
Why does my mind have to trick me
into thinking you’re someone you’re not
Someone who could maybe love me,
given time
But reality has distorted itself
in my mind
Racing through the days
you set me free…
Falling asleep thinking about
what could be…
Living as if we didn’t
have anything else to do…
I can’t give up these last few
memories of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write.