I’ve juggled my thoughts
Now that you’re gone.
No more hikes,
No camping with you.
No waiting to see,
The things that you’ll do.
I must forget,
You are not there.
No looking at horses,
No talks with you.
No waiting to see,
The things that you’ll do.
You’re gone and I know it
There's a deepening ache.
No tubing the river,
No laughing with you.
No waiting to see,
The things that you’ll do.
So I’ll wait for the day,
When I’ll finally forget,
No wanting to hold you,
No more loving you,
No waiting to see,
The things that you’ll do.
(For Suzanne 7/17/2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem