You who have existed
only to senses or
their collaborated conspiracy
was missed in life
that exists as a deceptive reflection
of life so far out that
disbelief is more convenient than belief
Missed so sorely that
pain is overpowered by numbness
Grief is taken over by madness
It should now make sense to
return as the coast is clear
and red flags folded
your lover has jumped
over the ledge of absence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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