This overweight dump truck of words left unsaid
Will haunt my hair a whitish-gray,
As I toss and turn, and flip and curl, and turn and plank, and toss and sweat
Through endless nights,
Beneath a soiled blanket of regret.
* * *
I am a ghost at your side:
I can be with you and you can be free!
… Though,
I can see now (my Lawd! I can see!)
I make you shiver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem