I wrote you a letter
and my words were confused
9 pages of thoughts
worthless to you
I wrote you another
for which it was not for you
I wrote that last letter
for myself
I knew you were gone
all I needed was an audience
the paper will listen
maybe you will too
but I expect no replies from either
no one listens nowadays
this last letter was for me
to stay busy or pass the time
in it I wrote things I already knew
things you know
I do know you like letters
maybe not from me anymore but from lovers
letters are for romantics I say
but this last letter wasn't for you
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