Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.
But I haven’t been afraid of the thing, only of the name.
I haven’t felt free to say the name; for you or for me.
I have been vague.
Words like Maine, Paris, and London, and Italy aren’t clear enough.
Wanting a life together, to awaken with you each day
– to love you, to pay attention to you as I want;
These desires can only lead to single question, which only you can answer.
You can choose to turn the page now, or later, or not at all……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem