I called your number, nobody’s home.
My mind begins to wonder, as I begin to rome.
The answering machine explained,
I left no message, my voice I restrained.
I walked slowly along, as thoughts of you ran thru my mind.
Thinking how lucky I was, and how you were such a great find.
I reminisced of our very first kiss, and how it made me feel.
You just smiled, and acted as if it were no big deal.
As I walked the street that carried me past your house,
I saw you in your window slowly removing your blouse.
Tears welled in my eyes, as I lit my last cigarette.
For their on the shade was another, another’s silhouette.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem