I am not sure what that feeling was,
But I seem to have lost it now.
Remembering sitting in the car, staring at your profile,
Listening to your talk, how you talk.
Perhaps is was the third time you broke me that I stopped feeling it,
That need to really know you.
Now, in our moments of laughter, I am hopeful to catch it,
A shimmering silverfish slashing through the torrent of thoughts in my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem