Whenever
I talk to
Others…
I remember
Those times
I talked to you.
Those bits
And pieces
Of our
Fractured
Talks…
Could never
Make me have
Enough of you.
And now,
Our relationship
Is so much in
Tatters…
I don’t even
Feel like
Talking to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem