The real you,
Was one that changed.
The same mind,
Just rearranged.
The same act,
Was how you played.
The same grin,
A bit delayed.
The same way,
You danced around.
The same heart,
Was what I found.
The same ghost,
Of days we had.
The same taste,
Was quite a fad.
The same dreams,
You let us seek.
The same laugh,
From week to week.
And now you,
Who's changed so much.
Not as real,
Slip from my touch.
The same tears,
That we once shared.
The same good-bye,
I've always cared.
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Veronika.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked it, I could feel your pain.