I touch his face,
standing alone in the crowd.
I stagger towards the door.
The fresh air,
all the things my Lord made.
I return to his body,
I stand and stare,
while my brain freezes.
Suddenly, I make a run for it,
but then I'm caught.
I return to his body,
2 hours go past.......
One thing was forgotten,
I was forgetten,
left behind to face the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem