I wish I could go back and
not make the same mistakes.
Cleaning out our bedroom closet,
I found a shoebox.
Inside was our relationship.
I pulled out pictures one by one.
They told our story.
The pictures weren't in order,
but the plot was clear.
Two people fell in love,
and then life kept getting in the way.
I want those frowns to smile like the early years
before you asked me to leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem