At this corner of the earth
I sit and wonder what she smiles to now,
What tickles her fancies?
Does she still like being kissed on the neck right by the ear?
Will her voice still be comforting to hear?
The moon has been at its full thrice already,
And still no word to keep my thoughts steady,
Could she have forgotten us already?
Was I a mere thorn in her rosy dreams?
I mean really:
How does one by-pass reality with fantasy?
Can one really feel passed the beating heart
And ignore the echoes being made by aching memories
Waiting to be relived?
Can one just walk on by and ignore
The reflection of their completion in another’s posture?
But this is not a fair trade of affection.
Many a man have fallen to their knee
In the plea for happiness at another’s mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem