Past midnight…my eyes refuse to shut
The night is filled with your ghost
Hungry for my thoughts
Its voice echoes
Barely audible
You are
Not done
With
Me
I sigh
Stretch
Toss and turn
Finding no relief
Waiting for the light of day
To take your wanton ghost away
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I would like to translate this poem
Kindred spirit, I have been in this situation many times too. Thanks for sharing