Am I so impatient that I see
Only bad, insensitive things
In what others do?
Am I not secure enough
To allow persons interested
To come close?
Why am I ready to freeze
After encouraging at the start
Steadily then, detach myself?
I begin later to speak less,
Smile less, step backward,
Don’t meet his or her eyes.
The message is crudely, silently
Given: No, don’t come further
It is not wanted: I am off, distant.
What happens can be predicted:
He or she sees the painful change
And moves away - slow, or fast.
Many disappear completely.
Only those in close circle stabilize
And with proper spaces between us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to the poem. Very well done.