I'm waiting for the anger note, or will this not be so
When people turn and part, the hate and hurt dont go
They stay entrapped in rage, until they cant no more
And then they burst will utmost thrust, like waves upon the shore
I guess that note might come, I really am not sure
I'll take it on the chin, and read without the fear
Do I deserve this note? , perhaps I think I do
I'll read and feel the stabs of pain, the knife my heart goes through
She may regret the words she says, I wouldnt really know
She has a right to feel this way, her writing it will show
But I will not return her note, and hope this is the way
That she will know that we are through, to start a brand new day
So I am waiting patiently, the outcome may not be
What I expect, she may not write, goodbye to us, the we
So if she doesnt write it's fine, it's better maybe so
We'll never speak again I know, that part of me let go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem