You meet,
and its sweet
You become close
and you hope.
No phone call
regression,
close to depression.
Whats the intention?
Feel like an infant,
picked up, then distant
Unbearable feelings,
multiple meanings.
Pain ten out of ten.
Won't do this again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you say a volume in a few lines, Susan. I think most of us have been there!