actually, this is the story of my marriage
i have chosen not to hurt and so
i pretend not to like to close the door
and shut myself away from everything
that bears every scent of her
the air outside
the dust inside
i waited for her to feel the core of the story
for her to internalize
who i was and what i have become
i left my shoes so she may finally wear them
and there by chance, it was her who shut the door on me
i pretended to weep and she hears the knocks to let me in
but honestly, i was thinking of something else
the blue sea the sunset at the beach
the small cottage and this beautiful shadow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem