There are days,
Most days,
When I am sure
I am the least important
Person in your life...
There are times
When you say my name
And it suprises me...
It sounds so... unfamiliar.
There are times
I see you looking at me,
As though wondering where
We may have met before.
And those days
I wonder too
If there was a reason
For us meeting at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Israh, a very profound piece and a great ending... it leaves the reader pondering their own romantic interests. Well done! ! Brian