Too bad they didn't recall your name;
They needed to check their list.
Remembered later, I'm sure;
Maybe recalling you're name before you reached, the end of the block.
Then, you turned a slow left, without looking back,
Like slowly closing a door;
Till your Image slips into the blank void, of emptiness.
I'm sure their wish was given for you.
Happy Christmas TPH
6 December 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem