you said you needed your space
when you left.
no tears. no 'good bye'.
my bed canopied ny the void
and time freezing in the refrigerator
stare at me
in the claustrophobic loneliness of this house.
in vain, i chase the words to clothe my heart.
no, they are gone.
i know you are unaware.
never bother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem