It's hard to define what we still share,
It's hard to understand if you're still here.
It's difficult to comprehend if there's something we some how share.
I didn't ask for much, just some friendly care.
Untold complaints and I still wonder why,
I gave everything I had but looks I didn't really try.
How do we define love, how do we define trust?
How to we define relationships that seem to have fallen off.
So many memories I wished that never came to an end,
How do we define everything we shared? Are we still friends?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem