Do you remember when we used to talk about the future
When we dreamed to be somewhere else
somewhere else but there we were
stuck in the same pattern
the same pattern that we used to walk for years
Just that pattern where we become friends
You won't become missed because you will always be here with me
Although i can't see you nor hear you, i can still feel your presence
I will see you again on the other side
Do you remember when we drank our first beer
How we felt sick and couldn't stop laughing
These are the days that will linger on until my day comes
and until my day comes, i won't stop mourn my lost friend, my brother
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, Filip. Thank you for sharing