Why haven't you come looking for me?
I walk here and there
gone from sight and you won't even try to search for me.
I thought you adored me? We were friends weren't we?
I trip, I tumble, I fall, I hurt, and I'm gone. I'm in a black hole.
Why haven't you come looking for me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem