When I die
Don't come to my grave.
And sit there for hours
Telling me
How much you love me and
How much you miss me.
Why now?
Why did you wait till now?
Those words could have saved me.
There's no point in telling me that now.
Not now that I'm underground and
The dates of my life have been written
On my stone.
Those words could've saved me and you waited till this moment to say that?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem