On the fourth day in New York, Maria re-visited her old office, where she worked from 1991 to 1997. There still were several people who knew her then. This was her last day in New York. Bob came again to see her for the last time.
The moment of farewell has come.
Bob is disappearing into the crowded street, waving his hand.
Don't look back anymore
Or I expect you to come back.
I won't forget, I will never forget
Bob of today and old Bob.
I couldn't ask if I could see him again.
I'm afraid the answer.
"Maria will always live in my mind," he said.
That's enough.
I will remember your words when the time comes.
My soul-shaking dearest precious journey was over.
Poem Maria Franki
Edited and translated by J. Ujiie
©2011
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