You walk
into my memory
seeing as it is
the only world
available to you
or standing still
in some old photograph
that traps you
in shadow & sun
(not even your favourite one
but oh so you)
or sleep peacefully
in a favourite piece
of music that
was “ours.”
I see you
as clearly as I see
myself
I too
now
lost in dreams
and tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem