Just going to bed alone
at midnight, it makes no sense
to warm his place for him
or to guess in recovery position
where he could be
At times I find an M
in a heart somewhere
with a smile
I put that note
in my yearbook
When I go peeing at night
I see him lie, being awake
enough to get confused
by the odour of his sleep
and then I have to wait
Take all the time in the morning
For love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Zywa, such a lovely poem.............10+++++++++++++