I find it hard, those times when silver raindrops are falling and I'm wishing you were here with me soaked to the bone in the middle of the pouring rain. We used to dance in those magic storms like we didn't have a care in the world. Then we grew up and realized the kind of torture we held for each other, and now we don't speak. I catch myself thinking of you, admiring you, but then i have to remind myself that what once was, can be no more. I have a wall, an aluminum wall who stands tall when i need him, and when the hail and ice tatter him, i stand him back up. We hold such a love, but a hole remains... for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem