From being best friends,
We became strangers with loose ends,
From having a trust that knew no science,
We became uncomfortable even with our own silence.
There was so much left unsaid,
That I still cough my chest to bed.
Why we couldn't express, &
Why we only wanted to impress,
Why we couldn't be authentic, &
Why didn't show our emotions as realistic,
Why we couldn't be fearless, &
Why we were still left faceless,
These questions continually question my questioning,
As the reasons restlessly reason my reasoning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem