i thought that it is
easy
something sweet
something passing
something that could be
easily forgotten
that which we can just
dismiss and
then move on and
do other things
we are wrong
i am the most wrong
we have wronged
not just ourselves
but those whom
we love and still want
to love
we parted but there is a time
when we meet again
and our gazes cross
each other midway between
honesty and
carelessness
it was not pleasurable
we thought so
it was pain that penetrates
the core of our souls
we can take it for granted now
we can pretend that it is over
we meet again
our sighs in tight embrace
we want to lose ourselves
and forget
that we once existed
that we once loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem