i could have written more
for you. I could have cooked
the best breakfast for you.
i could have spared more of
my rarest time for you, but
i like to repeat the same lines
before: i still have miles to go
i still have other promises to keep.
and i cannot really have you.
and so here i am again with my
sweet sorrow: goodbye, sparrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem