this is a poem
about a song
that was sung
about a diary
by a band
named Bread
in the 1970s
in that song
the singer finds
his lover's diary
underneath a tree
and he started reading
about himself,
or so he thought,
until he got to the end
and found out
that she was actually
writing about
someone else,
indeed
as I lay in my bed alone
my wife away on business
I am staring over at her diary
sitting on her nightstand
and that song
creeps into my brain
playing over and over again
I opted to turn over
and get some sleep,
instead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem