I know you still think of me,
Even though we have not talked.
It is in the little hints you give,
They let me know that I am still inside your head.
You know I still think of you,
Even though it seems that I gave up the fight.
It is in the way I am ignoring your clues,
They let you know that you had gone askew.
We both know we still think of each other,
Even though neither one wants to damage our own pride.
It is the way we both hide behind our walls,
They hold us in and refuse to let us fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good its true to my life as im going through divorce