she is tense
i know it from the very start
the house is too big
for her presence
the emptiness is magnified
by the huge windows and
the living room with only
a chair as furniture
the loneliness is creepy
like an old vine by the window
without leaves
she is getting more tense
and i am getting afraid
what follows next
until the moon appears
until light is spread in the room and
in the garden
until she begins to write
her own poetry too
and now i am confident
that with all these changes
no one screams and no one
runs away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem