Having met again after many years-
Long and arduous years that we spent
At first, pining and aching acutely,
Then pushing such thoughts to the back of our minds,
Though they always lingered in the background...
As we got on with the task of living our lives,
We never stopped seeking-
For we needed to be with each other
We ruminated how the other was, and where...
I wonder if we will ever be content
Maintaining this distance
That we must-
Is this the end of our longing
Or is it merely the beginning?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem