I remember you, your mouth
pressed on the left side of my
chest, whispering to my heart.
I remember you, your pride
taking my hands, and putting
them, on your naked breasts.
I remember you, your eyes
watching me, as I was afraid
but still making love to you.
I remember you and me, naked
holding hands and starring
at the same blue ceiling.
I remember you, leaving me
and saying I shouldn't blame myself
because you cannot love me.
I remember you, calling me on the phone
after a year, to make sure it isn't your fault
that I failed to graduate, to become doctor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem