There is not
a single second
that I do not
think of you
each and every
moment
of
each and every
day.
Lady! Winter
comes when
you are gone.
I stand forlorn
as a fairy story
waiting to be
-told.
That never will be
- told.
Look! Your smile
still exists
among the bric a brac
of the last time
we met...and kissed.
It lingers like
the last lost leaf
of the one and only tree that will ever be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem