Can I ask you something, if you don't mind?
Was it easy to leave, to walk away?
To say nice things, then not stay?
Like we were nothing, just a fleeting thing,
Like I was nothing, just a passing fling.
The words so sweet, the promises made,
But in the end, they all seemed to fade.
The distance grew, the connection lost,
Leaving me to wonder, what was the cost?
Was I not worth the fight, the time, the care?
Or was I just an afterthought, a burden to bear?
I search for answers, but find none to hold,
Only the ache of a story untold.
Can I ask you something, if you don't mind?
Why did you leave me behind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem