She wasn't lonely
But for a granddaughter
A promise for goodbye that never came
A dirty regret
When things disappear forever
And they will
If only I'd found the guts
For the truth to slide out
Not like it'd be held
Or felt
Or changed
But perhaps she'd feel a fraction of the guilt
I always feel
The guilt of doing nothing
But watching
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem