And I,
I don't even know,
Why?
I miss you,
When you didn't even care,
Whether I lived or died,
Just like any passer by,
You ignored me,
No matter how much,
Nor how hard, I'd try,
As if we had never even met,
As if love were more than far,
To even try to get.
Now,
As the clandestine clouds of Destiny,
Carry your soul away from mine, forever,
I will never know, if deep down inside,
I could have reached you,
And made you understand,
How much I really cared,
But no, the evening came,
And we lost the saving light,
In the Melancholic Valley,
Of a love we never shared.
So sad Sandra. Regret and love is hard to cope with. Human connection is such an important part of being alive. Peace to you.
This could unfortunately only be written with experience. You left nothing behind in your heart pouring,
The what ifs and the if onlys can sometimes be just as difficult to cope with as any nightmare or something more sinister yet might be. To fail is to fail. It hurts, but it happens and we grow from it. To succeed is to succeed. We achieve something and are rewarded for our actions. But to not know, to for time unknown wonder what could have been, that is perhaps the most frustrating
How sad for the gentleman in question that he never enjoyed the love of our lovely poetess.
Beautifully written poem! Deeply touching, thank you for sharing, dear Sandra! I think you didn't meant to, but my mind is jumping to dementia people as it is a thing that preoccupy my thoughts quite often lately..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there are voices and emotions that seem to be ignored even though they're very true... lost connections maybe or unforgiving feelings that overcome every effort to connect... life is really wonderful. very nice poem..i like it.