That damn passenger seat
It drives me crazy
You always tilted it back so far
It echoes and I miss you
That gate to your yard, it always stuck
But I had finally figured out how to open it
I still know
I’ll always know
And you used to do that funny thing with your eyes,
Open and close them in that slow, meaningful, deliberate way of yours
I can’t see it now, I won’t
But I do remember how much I loved that
I can see her, your mom
There was much history in her eyes
They betrayed her
I loved her from the start
I look for you
In that corner of the bookstore
You know, with the classical music
You’re never there
I remember that your street was always dark
We always stayed out too late
Your neighborhood was such a maze of cubed streets
It’s a wonder I ever found my way
The sight of you walking away, beautiful even from the back
Decisive steps, self assured, sexy, strong
You never, ever looked back; not once
Unbearable, I forced myself to look away, I ached every time; I knew it was an omen of what was to come
Oh, and I hate that library,
I hate the audiovisual room
I hate that your not there
I won’t even go looking
Go, leave, I can’t take it anymore
It takes a lot to make me cry
And you do
god, how i love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem