Someday isn't a letter delayed
It isn't the day quite futuristic
Someday is every day when you think of me
And I think of you, and we miss each other
And we postpone our words
And we submit before subtlety
And fall silent
Someday is the true metaphor of our love!
Someday is the day that softly kills
That literally makes us cry
That meets us in haste
But stays there in our lives forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem