Now what?
For so long, I have conveniently left
Any feelings I caught,
On your porch when I leave.
But now,
I have allowed you to come in,
Physically, into my sanctuary.
Now,
When the 3 a.m. thoughts of you
Have me losing sleep,
It is achingly obvious that,
I failed to sweep the attachment,
Out the door behind you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem