How do you know
when things are going to end?
How do you know
He will never call again.
When the time comes,
as it most often does,
He will tell you
that he lost his cell phone somewhere
between the corner of Fourth and Bryant,
while walking his dog on a stinking cold night.
He will tell you
Just about anything
you want to hear
to make the fretting, the fighting and the bickering
stop
long enough for you to forget
and call him again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem