"You're going to miss me when I'm gone, "
Were her last words that haunt me still.
After one year of her passing,
It turned out true, I, surely, will.
"You're going to miss me when I'm gone, "
Are words my mind forever own.
She knew the pain she'd leave behind
That comes with living all alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem