without you i know i will die
like a water bag ousted of
all its water
without you i know i will be
empty and disturbed and
lost like a child deprived
of its mother
without you i will not be
myself anymore i will just
be the ordinary man
on the street
stripped of a name and
robbed of my chosen
identity
without you i am a nobody
and people will no longer
know my name
without you i will have no place
to go without you i will be
without a house and a car
and all that i have will
be surrendered to you
..... i am happy, without you
i am still me. i am glad that all these
may finally be so unreal
that this is
just a very lousy poem from
me to you.
Be happy. I have decided
finally to take a break, and possibly
i will not be coming back.
p.s.
please read my note
under our marital bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem