Before I finish what I have to say
she starts interrupting me
and disagreeing with me before
I finish what I was going to say.
If I make her agree with me
she does not want to listen to me
and starts saying things that
are not relevant to what I was saying.
If I let her speak and keep myself quiet
She gets angry that I am not listening
and neither agreeing nor disagreeing
what she is saying to me.
Our words make fragments of sentences
that fly and hover over our bed
and disappear in the darkness of night.
While we move to our favorite corners
of the bed to rest and catch some sleep,
she complains: I think you no longer love me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Capturing a sad relationship