with you
my fever is gone
you are the vent
within my pressure
you are the window
of my house
what i regret is
this door
you turn on the knob
and leave nothing
it is you there
becoming so tiny in
a distance
i am not at home
yet
for your untimely
departure.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am not at home yet for your untimely departure.....outstanding conceptualization. Beautiful poem.