Do you miss me?
Do you feel my
abscence from your life
a tangible thing
like a missing limb?
Or is it easy for you
to cut me out
to pretend that I
don't exist that I
never did?
Do you even care
that this kills me
that I feel abandoned
and alone?
Does any of that
even matter to you?
When did you become
so cold?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem