after the talk
i walk and take a
little distance
not wanting to hear
what you said
a while ago...
it is sad
when words serve
no purpose
but to tell about
pain and elaborate
on the sourness
of sorrow
it would have been
easier for me
that before you go
you have not
said some
words so unkind
and so undeserving
of the dignities
of past memories.....
go now
i have enough of you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem