I folded his shirt. I saw the holes,
He had nervously chewed the rim.
My heart goes out to him...
It too was left behind.
How could they be so unkind?
I placed the shirt aside,
Much like what they did to him,
Hoping to patch the holes..
Not knowing how to manage
This irreparable damage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was told Time has away of healing all things, yet the days seem so long... He will return soon.