The stack of letters found inside the case I found
written in the past but new to me
explained the life of lovers who had gone to ground
and showed how much in love you used to be
In days where 'gay' was meant to be a comedy
you found a way of hiding it from most
and your openness was your own special remedy
for dealing with the homosexual ghost
You wrote of love and more, inside those sentences
you searched for ways to express every doubt
you saw each other as the gay apprentices
with feelings always wanting to 'come out'
And so I read those letters with such empathy
and realised the truth wins through, and then
decided that I need to show my sympathy
and at that time, I just picked up my pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem