said the calendar I flipped
through last night,
not counting the time
you left me
or the days I wondered
if you would
be back home tomorrow.
Now there’s sunlight on
my kitchen floor
a bird singing
on 14th street
a woman walks
the sidewalk below
my window, I pay
her no regard
they are clay
statues , a field of brown grass
there is no life
no passion
greater than yours
than mine
than the heart
that sings old Cat Stevens
songs at night
there is a bird
in my heart singing.
where have the days gone.
I have loved her
for some time now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem