how is she like now?
how has she changed?
does she still talk in her sleep,
still mumble my name….
what has she gone through?
how has she fared?
does she still need some proddings,
still requiring huge help…
how does she feel now?
what are her thoughts?
does she still keep them all hidden,
afraid to open up, to share…
and how is she right now?
how has she really been?
does she still smile as sweetly,
when she remembers my name…
matthewedanolivernpalma—–
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem