Remembering it gone for so long.
But unable to admit it missed.
Wanting it to go away when had.
With it wished to forget.
Hoping again never to remember,
It for what it could have been.
Yet...
Remembered,
Is the what it could have been,
That remains to stay to know...
For so long.
To hold onto to miss to wish,
What was never returned to get.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem