Others / Poetry

Recollections of l’amour perdu

You’ve vanished like the starry nights of this city.
But like a bombus in spring,
my thoughts are busy in you.

I can’t remember how your laughter curled my toes
or the sound of your voice,
but still your words echo loudly.
2015


 

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