After that night,
after that fight.
You and me,
we were gone.
The tears running down my face,
to my pillow,
symbolizes what I lost.
Every smile,
every laugh,
all the love.
I lost you,
I missed you.
It feels like a ship wreck,
or carcrash.
I know you will always be in my heart,
but I'm not as sure as it the other way.
After all,
we're gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem