Pat, pat, patting,
down the sidewalk slowly.
Walking barefooted.
Cell phone in pocket.
I am waiting for his call.
buzz, buzz, buzz, 'Hello? '
I wish he loved me.
Would I be good at loving?
I don't think I would.
Thinking to myself,
Barefoot walks are good to me,
but I'm not for him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That poem is very sweet but very sad. Good job with the haiku style!