It's a dance party, you see
with just the dogs and me.
Grooving in the darkness
music drowning my every thought,
a blanket over reality,
distance from feeling so empty.
Sound and fury bury me
but... I can hide in this
hollowed-out memory,
preferring to see the comedy.
Thinking of the many nights
you swept me off of my feet
my dashing lover, my husband
whose memory is only free....
and your scent clings to the cigar
that fell from the vanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem