poem: mary anne zammit
Remember You
It seems that I know you.
From where I cannot recall
Sleepless nights, thinking of you.
Your eyes,
deep yet cold.
Your smile.
We were predestined to love each other.
To hate each other.
Last night I had a dream.
Of you.
Strange, now I remember you.
And it is late for the two of us
about the writer: mary anne zammit
mary anne is multi-talented artist and writer from malta. in addition to her art and writing, mary anne has degrees in social work, probation studies, and diplomatic studies.
