Unfinished business
Unexpressed thought
Unhealed wounds
Unresolved differences
Made chronic by a sudden
And unexpected severance
The wind blows colder
The planet is lonelier
And I am older
And a whole lot wiser
Time is the frosty mirror
Mopped over to reflect
Our frailties, foibles
And pathetic forgetfulness
That our mortality lies
In the very physicality to which
We are so implacably attached
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem