oh, i forgot to tell you
we do not eat together now
and it is better that way,
i would not be tempted to
eat all those prohibited
by my doctor but which she
wholeheartedly like to gobble.
same thing, we do not go
together anymore in those places
where you always see us,
and it is better that way,
so finally we end all these
kinds of pretenses that
somehow marriage still works.
same thing, we still manage
to sleep in one bed though
we do not face each other or
even talk, but it is nicer
now, at least, we are honest,
we have accepted things the
way they should be at the end.
nothing is forever. stick it
to your young mind, and as
early as you learn this,
i tell you, you would be
happier than the rest of those
who are still deaf, blind and
above all, so, so stupid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem