11-7-16. Minute by minute 
Minute by minute 
Hour by hour
Day by day
Week by week 
Sliding into months, years, 
An eternity.
An endless procession of time for a life never lived.
Existing only in the fading dreams of that
Which never occurred.
Dreams left to molder in unfulfilled desires 
Of closeness and tenderness 
Slowly frozen and hardened to stone by time, distance, and
Faded memories.
This is how life is lived for lost souls, left to wander aimlessly in the barrens of 
Lost loves and shattered dreams.
In the dusk of an existence that will soon be forgotten to 
Hazy memories of a life and love that never 
Happened.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem