you know the place?
i do not believe in the decoration.
it hurts my eyes
the darkness helps
and the cavernous
empty
punctuated silence.
It made sense for you to
leave me here.
it was the right place.
You had fond thoughts of your return.
i wept after you had gone.
how beautifully devastated
you will be when you return
to disinter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem