My reflexes are slow I almost didn’t catch
Just what she meant when she had asked
Do you care? Simple and plain
She implied so much more
A 1000 question rolled into one
I could see her heart aching
Growing worse with each beat
So I turn away with out wait for the answer
And wished I had looked back
For when I stole a glimpse
I saw the tears in her eyes
And knew for whom she cried
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem