missing you
is like hell,
and that is
an understatement,
i am on fire
as i begin to think
about you
i send you smoke
and you do not
answer
i am consumed
by this
loneliness
but like the mythical
fire
i rest upon my ash
and shall soon
assemble
all my molecules
to be man again
against the
odds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem