Can you miss someone forever,
Have their name between fingertips,
An unwritten song always on your lips?
Can you burn with longing for eternity,
Have their memory cast in stone,
Engaged in cycles of thought all alone?
Can you ride the roundabout of despair,
Like a sad sonnet stuck on repeat,
Waving your white flag of defeat?
Can you sing the melody of the depressed,
Drenched in the dew of pain,
Locked under clouds of unceasing rain?
Can you choose to always live this way?
A life watered with the thought of one,
Far too aware that he is all but gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem