I remember the names of soldiers,
carved on the cool marble stone.
I remember the date of death,
on a small cement tombstone.
I remember the names of the saints,
plastered on a page of the bible.
I remember the names of the nine muses,
lost in a book of Greece.
I seem to have forgotten the love I held for a man,
his name...
starting with a J...
or an A...
maybe a Y.
No, that simply cannot be,
I feel a love for a boy...
like a young girl...
I hold love for many boys.
But I stick with the brown..
the black
and even
the blue.
A special thanks to 'Kiersten Hosie' for her inspiring poem 'Confusion'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem