I sometimes think it's going to be
really awkward
if I see you at a cafe and chat
like we used to fifteen years ago
I am not the same person
who would stare at a glass tabletop
and be content with the dragging hours
amused by each snagged reflection
I sometimes wonder that if I see you now
would I still be awed by your brilliance
would I still want to tangle thoughts with you
or would I get bored?
If you haven't been informed
the world had a dramatic shift lately
it isn't quite as simple as the world
we once treaded - or is it just me?
But I lost myself the day I lost you
and I think, like anything that breathes
I seek for air
anywhere I could find it
Wherever you're at, I need you
I crave to remember myself
it was a surreal phase gifted by fate
taken away for a reason
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem