we have seen how
each of us has differentiated
like fingers
trying to be of the
same length
but will never
be....i
understand
what our true
natures
are...and so
i do not really mind
that much...when
you hurt me...i
forgive even though
you never asked
...when you are
far i worry how
you live
what you are eating
where you sleep...
we do not
talk much
communication is
nil....but i
know
we miss each
other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem