Am trying to think
Think of what to say
I've always felt your interest
But I never realized just how deeply you cared
Because I've been down this road before
Distance is not really the issue
It is what comes after
You fly back home
Not having you near
Feel me as I have felt you
Felt you from the start
It is what is in between
Which I fear
This is how it will be for me.
The yearning to hold your hand
Our candle lit dinners
Your soothing voice
As you recite your poetry
The way you throw back your head
When you laugh
What will life be like after you leave?
What I am really asking is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once burnt Twice shy I have learned I have cried. Excellent poem.