The question is:
"Are people still collecting
memories, these days? "
'This isolation
isn't bothering me much."
I say, if I'm asked.
But I'm not sure that's
true. After hundreds of nights
of dull solitude.
I think each night might
carry a value - of dear,
and unmeasured loss.
Loss of memories
- because they never happened.
How have we all changed?
I really like the thought of the 'memories that never happened'. Very nice poem.
I hope things have improved greatly for you, assuming the poem is about you. ;) bri
'I think each night might carry a value - of dear, and unmeasured loss.' - Liked this stanza.
I am still collecting, dear Anais! 5 Stars for this amazing poem. To my Fvourites
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, I gave it a five!
Thank you Michael =]