you took the ferry without me
and didn’t talk about returning
separation, an indifferent sea
while my heart just kept on yearning
I couldn’t be with you
and sunshine didn’t comfort me
the way it used to do
as with you I longed to be
of course I knew that this was better
no future was there for our love
still I did hope for a letter
wishing you would care enough
I was sixteen, you three times my age
yes I know this was insanity, outrage
but you showed me I could trust
and what love is without lust
thank you for leaving me behind
it was not mean to do, but kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem