there he is again
that man
standing at my window
he looks almost
as sad as i
i lend him my hand
to grasp
clenching tight
we lock eyes
like two soldiers
just before
battle
he disappears
and i know he was
the future ghost
of me.
this poem is so lonely and the last line sent shivers down my spine... Aditi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is fantastic Jude!