Jun 2015
The cloud inspired me,
So I left.
I left without even telling you
And maybe I upset you
Or maybe not.
The thing is that once you leave
You never go back.
You walk, you run or fly
Towards him, towards her, towards them,
Towards us.
But wait.
We do not exist anymore.
We do not exist ever since I gave you a part of me
And left
Because the clouds inspired me.
But I took a part of you too.
A small souvenir.
A string of hair,
A drop of spit
Or a bruise.
Don't worry, it doesn't hurt
And I know you have them too.
I saw them,
I felt them,
I caressed them
And I loved them.
So I left.
I left without even telling you
And maybe I upset you
Or maybe not.
The thing is that once you leave
You never go back.
You walk, you run or fly
Towards him, towards her, towards them,
Towards us.
But wait.
We do not exist anymore.
We do not exist ever since I gave you a part of me
And left
Because the clouds inspired me.
But I took a part of you too.
A small souvenir.
A string of hair,
A drop of spit
Or a bruise.
Don't worry, it doesn't hurt
And I know you have them too.
I saw them,
I felt them,
I caressed them
And I loved them.
This poem was originally wrote in my mother tongue, Romanian and was then, only recently translated in English, so it could be shared with a bigger amount of people. I hope you like it, it has a very special meaning to me, as I wrote it about a man who, let's just say was in the right place at the right time... too bad he wasn't really the right person. Anyway, rejection happens to all of us, but so does love. Keep a positive attitude and never give up. Thank you for your support and for making time to read this.
