Damn the words
On my back sits now the
pull-over; it is green,
you gave me.
In mirror I see me with smile
I love it but hate it!
It is warm, pleasant
but somehow is talking:
“Don’t be wrong…”
It came out, of your mouth.
You said and, possibly,
you meant it.
I took as:
“I am boss; have no doubt.”
Therefore I left my thought:
“Reconcile.”
Words if not had been said
we would be a couple
as had been for decades.
But such words spoiled all
you are old and alone
and I am, cold in heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But such words spoiled all you are old and alone and I am, cold in heart. Beautiful ending, superb poem, thanks for sharing, you are great poet i like you,