the loss
I saw her leave
on the 8 o´clock train.
in the Saturday crowd
I saw her many time.
Stopped women
in the street
they were frightened.
In the morning
she was in my bed
I wished
she wasn´t there.
nowhere she is but it feels everywhere she is present cause of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've read the poem several times but I really don't know how to react.