I see you everywhere I go.
Everything I do reminds me of what we use to be.
Every place.
Every move.
And every kiss.
I see our friends walking down the street.
I see them whispering.
They know what happened.
They know everything that went on.
They are people that can’t help but gossip.
They are people that want to be a part of something.
But I don’t care because I miss you!
February 25,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem