He feels strangely lucid;
the alcohol has worn off.
The night was clear
but his eyes seemed foggy.
The mystery has been told
but she didn’t believe a word he said.
He crawls at the floor
pulls his knees to his forehead.
As he sobs, choked cries too,
she gently places a hand on his back.
She whispered, “I can’t picture it
but I know it’s true.â€
He didn’t owe her an explanation
or another tale to the strangeness.
She simply nodded as she looked at him,
for she desired to understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem