I paint my lips crimson
and think:
how they bleed like my heart.
A tear,
and I am drowning.
My eyes a blue river
drifting.
The sunlight,
blinding with its reflection
of a lost love.
My heart,
a stone
that I throw into the sea.
The impact,
the waves flood the world.
And I,
am drenched -
soaking wet -
standing like a statue.
I look to the west
and see him holding her on the veranda.
My soul,
empty hands of nothing
now reaching for you.
Good-bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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