Are we over?
Are we through?
Is what I feel
Actually true?
Everytime I see you
You don't acknowledge I'm there.
I wonder if you even
Really care.
I get a vibe
that you want a way out.
Why don't you just
yell it or shout?
Are we over?
Are we through?
I need to know,
But it's up to you.
Written late 2004.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem