It ended much too soon.
No goodbye
No eyes meeting
one last time.
Nothing was said.
The memory lives on.
It cannot die,
it is impervious to death.
It knows
we lived
inside
each other
for however,
such a short time.
Love and pain
know each other well.
They breathe
within
the same space.
What I wouldn't give
for only
a few minutes
with you,
just
one more time.
(8-05-2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem