I asked him how I lost his love.
'I couldn't really say, ' he said.
I think it was my cooking
or that time I shaved my head
or that time I 'organized' his tunes
or threw away his waterbed
or killed his favorite saved game files...
'I think it was your poetry, ' he said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate. Your title captured me; I was not disappointed.