You have seen a lot of me
yet really none of me.
You have seen me mad
glad happy sad looking
through the window of my
soul perhaps a tear
a tear forgotten a tear gone.
The salt washed into the
ground undone never to be
found by any.
You say you would do
anything.
We have enjoyed what life
has to offer and more
kindness humbly deferred to us
returned as it should
thrice over.
I am ill and and by leaving I
would rather have you think I
left over the argument we
had but being a man you
cannot even remember the
ones much much worse and
they being but a leaf on
the breeze.
I leave to keep you from the
burden of watching me die
before your eyes and the
memory of you knowing
how it was I am not now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its sad but really good i give you a ten