Modern poetry about missing (self-creation)

A few years later,

Ancient and prosperous,

But I can't get rid of it. In midsummer,

Like a cup of tea,

Bitter lips,

But it purified my mind.

A few years later,

The summer flowers I remember,

Scattered around the world,

Still brilliant,

Just like the smile you branded on my heart,

I can't forget it.

A few years later,

Miss you, you are right in front of you,

Breathing is so easy,

Unfortunately,

It's so mysterious again,

I can't bear to think about it,

But you can't forget.

Year after year,

The memory of your skirt,

This is my color all summer.