i've seen
how well she paints
the portrait
of her mom
how well she
plays Dr. Zhivago
dedicating it
to edwin
we had pizza
facing an island
got a beer
while she had
coke despite her
being a
diabetic
now i am thinking
how well we
do not really
fit
it feels odd
but it already happened.
at any rate
i will not ever see
her again.
though the
heavens may fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem