spent last night
alone
reading all the old poems
I’d written
her.
one said “I love you”
another
”where is the sun”
and on
and on
until
the bottom
of the pile.
where
the final poem said
“goodbye”
and if forever
had a face
its hers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gorgeous, it took my breath away.