at a certain point
you give up on him
and you convince
yourself that regret
is not your friend
neither your enemy
you finally utter the
curse
that
'may he
crawl on earth
forever like a
snake'
' may his
bad luck embrace
him till the end'
i look around
the living room of
your house and there
just below the ceiling
i still see his picture
beside yours
i guess you are compelled
to saying a different thing
because you still love him
despite.
you tell him never to step
on the backyard of the house
ever,
but your heart says another.
you want him back to your arms.
he leaves without any trace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem