Forgotten

Don’t you think I have forgotten you
while new words are swirling around me
and a culture so alien to me
as I was never born in a cold winter
on the seaside.

If you think I’ve forgotten you
look at the letters I send you
I’m connected to you with the
blue ink through my pen,
the longing on the paper,
I will vanish before them.

Don’t be scared I’ve forgotten you
The season is here,
where I put my feelings on ice.
I’ll carve your name in a stone
and I wait for the snow to cover it up.
I’ll meet you again in spring,
when the Galanthus is blooming.