Truck stops and donut shops
Litter the endless highway.
Taxis and planes
Transport you east and west.
At a bus terminal scattered with newspapers
But void of flowers,
We say our last goodbyes.
You will disappear like a dream
But I’ll remember your perfume.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A timeless word picture of good-bye. Always your friend, Sandra