Unmet Dreams Poem by pablo picasso

I wanna sit there, talking to you for all eternity, looking at you.
Why do you think it is still so when you've got greater priorities?

I know you feel not the same way. Yet, I know not why I crave your company so much. You made me feel like never ever before.

I thought you were me.Yet, I know not why we differ in our cravings. Maybe, because this was my debut, but you probably had many such debuts.

You asked me to explain, yet what could I when I have got no voice left to voice? Is this all then?

Is this the farewell? Strange, how I feel indifferent now. Deep down, you've always held a temple. Now, there's sadness. But, what's there new, when I've had more than my share of it?