All I have are memories -
loss, pain and despair
the remorseless spiral into sorrow
then the slow crawling back
and learning just to live again.
I imagine the next time we meet.
But will there ever be a next time?
What if
we don't recognise each
other any more or you no
longer have flowers in your life.
What if
when I look into your eyes
I do not see that girl
I loved once so very much.
What if
I am not brave to tell you how
I died when we said goodbye.
Will you listen to my tears?
I lie perfectly still in misery.
There are a thousand pictures
swirling inside my head.
What if, what if, what if.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem