dear dead woman,
my eyes ache badly
today
but i must write
you this letter
i still have so many
things to tell you
and i could have told
you everything
when you were still alive
the moon is full tonight
and the wind is colder
i cannot rest and
i cannot sleep
i have many secrets to tell
you
and these are all safe now
since you are
dead.
your friend,
(name withheld)
p.s.
i still like to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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