at 2: 21 a.m.
the right hand
corner of my
computer
shows that
you are offline
or at least
you pretended
to be offline
i know you
like me you
sometimes
want to choose
being invisible
then another
poem speaks
another poem
is born and
it bites
it kisses you
in such a distant
silence
that always asks
why?
goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem