She was gone
Long before she left
It's too early for nostagia
Too late to try again
No slamming of the door
No roaring tantrums or acts of gore
Just a slipping, slow sliding from
The embrace of love
Such partings
Have no sweet sorrows
Soon turn to petty theivery
Dwarfing pictures of the past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem