Days have gone by and each day carries a memory that inflict my heat with agony...
If i could turn back the hands of time i would but that notion surpasses my abilities, I wish i could relive the moments we had but life took its course, who are we to deny God's wishes...
Memories throng my mind but it all seems worthless when you're not here, I thought i would disregard your existance but my mind has clung to the echoes of your distant voice...
They tell me "everything happens for a reason" but im failing to decode the meaning of that phrase, would the reason be to soak my concsience in resentment, if so then i now understand what it means...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem