You didn’t believe me at the time:
how could I be so fond?
But it’s true, I said:
poets are always
falling in love for life with a single line
and I wanted the others
to hear who you were
as I’d heard you that year
by phone so I
wrote the haiku
of the story, three times over
losing those beautiful
spoken links
to distance
between then and
later
began to
file your own poems to me
by email;
it was easier to show them
even though nobody could know then
I really loved You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem