Did I ever tell you?
How much you meant to me?
You are still alive in my scent
And in every breath of me.
When you used to walk beside me
I felt I was intact and completed
But now when you are not with me
I am squandered and depleted.
Dissipated in your memories
Deprived of your love
Consumed by moments
You have always been above
Undermined, crippled and wrecked
But I still remember your face.
Those gloomy eyes when you said good-bye
And I foolishly challenged time to race.
Now I miss you, and everything about you
I regret those words which were left unsaid
I should have told you, when you were here
Though I am announcing it and sure I am late
Proclaiming it now won’t change my fate
And you are very far and distant
Up in the clouds, dwelling in heaven
But can you still hear the words which I left unsaid
That I never ever did confess?
That how much you mean to me
And you are still alive in my scent,
And in every breath of me.
By Sian Mein
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem