I have no answers
and have every hypothetical question forgot
I know not right
yet fail to be wrong in my rhetoricalness
'I don't know what I want'
she said, and tangled her fingers together
'Only that this isn't it'
And how I'd dreamed to say those words
To act our unfinished end
Yet what if this was it?
Exactly what I'd never thought I wanted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem