No more Sunday dinners
No more coffee shops
Because what we had
We no longer got
Playing games with the faces
Looking for celebrity look-a-likes
And when we found one
Sometimes we just said yikes
Listening to the radio
Commenting on things said
Or checking out the summer sky
With a sunset that is red
All these things I'll remember
When I think of you and I
Never fully understanding
Why we had to say goodbye
8-16-18/RjH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very sad ending as a sadness of departure of some one from this life, but always the memory is the best source for past reality, keep writing your works are amazing 10/10++++++