I had to ask a stranger
for the dirt.
'Things change.
He's moving on.
He's doing fine.'
' If only I could have some word,
some sign'
'He's in a peaceful space,
so don't act hurt.'
'But there's no better place
than next to me.
I need his help,
while helping him as well.
With joy, devotion, memories,
please tell me
why he prefers
to wander free?
I can't read minds like you, '
came my attack.
“How dare he leave me
lost, alone, ' I cried.
'He's got his work now
on the other side.'
I raised my eyes and screamed,
'I want you back! ' I snapped,
'He's grown so selfish
since he died.'
'So HE'S the selfish one? '
the psychic sighed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem