You didn’t show up.
You were afraid.
You wanted to, and yet
you knew we’d never meet again.
I shall see you among others.
Our eyes will say: We could have...
We should have.
Staring at empty roads,
facing empty hours,
facing my desires,
I did let go through my fingers
all the pleasure
that I wanted to blend in your pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem