Three in the morning,
Restlessly, I awake from your haunting presence
to the reality of emptiness at my side.
Lonely for that lost portion of my existence,
I go in pursuit of some unknown.
Through total darkness, robotically I open the cupboard,
Still searching, for some nameless end to this uneasiness.
Nothing.
Unsure of what I’m seeking, my next stop is the freezer.
Behind the veggies, what’s that I spy?
My Haagen-Dazs.
Soothing, Comforting, Familiar, Ecstasy.
Relief!
Satisfied.
Carefully, back into the freezer goes the rest.
It won’t be long before my restlessness sends me once again
On my quest to recapture what was once was well within my grasp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem