I will die this moment
This moment of cumulative despair and anguish
the anguish of your torment
the torment that adds to my failure
my failure in love’s mazes.
You will notice not my descent into quasi-silence.
Soon, you will stare speechless
At me, lifeless.
And as you sing the Nunc Dimittis
At my requiem mass,
you will wish you had loved me before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem