She'll still think about him
including the day he walked out the door
that was the end;
the day her dreams hit the floor.
She'll remember the sound of his voice
as she had from the very first day
even if she tries not to;
it just doesn't go away.
She'll smell his scent
just like when he sat by her
even though she'll never again meet him;
she's remiss to remember.
Shell never forget his kiss
even the butterflies still flutter sometimes
when she hears his name;
it will happen for the rest of her life.
She'll still think about him
including the day he walked out the door
that was the end;
the day her dreams hit the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem