How long till we lose?
I'll give you an hourglass.
Write me a list of all the things
we will toss into the flames,
all the chaos trapped in my brain
when you're in the room
all the simple I long for
and the quiet and the close
I know I shouldn't want,
all the letters I will pin to your name
that will stay after the bomb drops-
Now I can't use a pen without dragging you behind it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem