It can’t be my turn to appreciate again.
I just started taking all this silence
For granted.
Shortlived nights of restlessness
Abandonment
Complexities
Return like stray cats to the windowsill-
And here is where I sat once
In comfort.
And there is why I sit again
Alone.
And where are there you’re welcomes
Here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem