Sometimes, this heart of mine
Wanders off all alone
In the middle of the night
Without telling anyone
It takes off to those moments
That were truly ours
Fights over driving too fast
Grudges over minuscule things
Worries over paying the bills
Moments we spent together
Just the three of us
Millie jumping on our bed
She was hardly three years old
Running naked just before her bath
From one room to the other
Of that house, that beautiful house of ours
Those were the moments
that truly belonged to us
They are still waiting
Exactly where we left them
Now, when the morning comes
My thoughts get really confused
At least for a minute or two
I actually wait for her
to climb back up the stairs
As if she were still there
But it never happens
No and I'm still stuck here,
me and the walls of time
Trying to survive this damp darkness
Buried under a mountain of feelings
Taking my time and burning it
All through the night
Ashes that are left behind
When brewed overnight
Gets me through this Life
One day at a time
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good feeling, thanks.