Getting over you…
Is as getting over a speed bump:
I cannot get, quickly, over you…
Without noting, looking back,
stopping and turning around to see, once again, you;
Or just check the vital signs of my car!
No, I must proceed, slowly,
Allowing time to brake;
But this, taking time, is what undoes me!
It forces me to look back, longingly:
Like the full affect of seeing Autumn, through a window –
its’ leaves, spiraling down,
and the overwhelming, utter sadness of it!
With you, I second-guess, regret and even tear.
Yes, Susan, getting over you is as getting over a speed bump!
There is no right or wrong way to do it.
I cannot go fast, slow, below or go around;
But, must simply, get over it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem