do walls remember us
we forget them
we search instead for the next wall
satisfied we levy on its regret
for being forgetful
and speak of it in a different name
like
male, female.
like wall. Past
you and me, we are grieving
over strangers of our time
phantoms of our lips;
your eyes forsake mine,
mine forsake yours
and a passing bends to the fire
hungrily.
after all
we are forgotten
we are forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
something new to think about! love this poem! if you will please read my poem 'Silent Wonderings of a Library Patron'. it is somewhat simular to this poem.10/10