you were with someone before
you were friends
though, somewhere there is that
wish for an intimacy
the impossibility is obvious with the
way hands held each other
then you went to different directions
as expected
you search for meaning and did not find it
you meet again
you remember but everything everything is totally different
of course, you forget, and proceed you way
into those other differences
you say, well, life is like that
you meet a friend, then a total stranger
no regrets, you keep that statement
you accept, there is nothing to find, same question:
what meaning is there?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem