I packed up,
my love for you,
in a cardboard box.
Put it somewhere safe,
in the cubby hole,
to reduce space.
Not to burn with rage,
not to search through,
looking for answers
to clear a confused mind.
So I packed the box,
secured with sellotape
and said goodbye,
and lay past's head to rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem. Fantastic imagery. I enjoy your work.10/10