Why feel love for someone
Who no longer exists?
Why hang on to memories of
What used to be?
Why not see him as
Who he has become –
Or perhaps who he has
Always been?
Is love so hard to find
That we are bound to a memory,
Rather than face reality?
Rather than admit that it
Has been and gone?
Time to look elsewhere?
Are we so scared to be alone?
Without a significant other?
So much so that we hold on
To the dream that has been gone
For much longer than it existed?
Are we so frightened of the pain
Of letting go, that we prefer to endure
The misery of constant disappointment
Which slowly destroys us?
Finally I have let go the dream.
Know that he will never be again.
Admitted both defeat and triumph.
Believe that being a single one
Does not mean being alone.
Am living rather than dying.
Happy to embrace each day.
But it still hurts!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem