i switched you off
like a light bulb at eleven
o'clock in the
evening
the sofa and the
carpet on the floor
are dead
asleep
you still shine brightly
blinking like neon lights in the
Christmas park
inside
my mind
in the middle of my
own darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are loves we knew and we can just never forget. The smell, the contacts, the sense of humor, the activities, but life goes on.