When I left
I tried to look back
hoping you called my name
I wanted to hear
just one time
you did love me after all
But all that was on your mind
was your own name
I meant nothing and never did
That is me
nothing
a heart of dust
For what I gave
blown with the wind
never ought to stay
In loneliness I will
wander in the gravel
caused by my own heart
October 4,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't think you are dust, and even if so, grow a plant of poetry, flowers will come, wait for the spring.