when she left
i didnt really remember
because that shock therapy
packed up my memory
the last 5 months of my life gone gone gone
but it hit
when i woke up one morning
to find my bed empty
she had moved
so far on
and i couldnt
really
blame
her
(9/15/09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we wake every morning...our lifes going, going, gone, yet we remain 10