Were you on the street, in a crowd or just by yourself in a room?
Did you cry for yourself, for him, for whom he was or for whom you thought he'd become?
Where were you on the day he died?
How did you feel?
Were you simply heartbroken?
Did you rejoice or were you too overwhelmed to react?
And on July 7,2009, where were you?
On the street?
In a crowd?
At the Staples Center?
Or did you just sit in your room and cry?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem