I suppose I should have listened
and never turned away.
But noisy voices in my head
have always had their say.
I thought the voices knew what’s best.
They told me we were through.
I turned my back and refused to hear
all the excuses from you.
You could not call.
There was no way.
You’d keep in touch when free.
And I accepted all the alibis
because I could not see
any possible solution in sight
that would change this frustrating scene.
So here I am thinking again.
I suppose I should have listened
and let all of this finally end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem