Though you know it is me
That I am here a longer time
ahead of you
]
When you arrive
You pretend that
There is no
Presence of me
]
Do you love my absence?
Do you want me
To leave
Or you simply
Want a proof of your importance
]
That I notice you are here
And that it should be
Me first to say hello
to you
]
You always doubt my presence
My unequivocal
Love
]
Will it be you or her?
Or you and
Her?
]
Or just you
It is something till today
An equivocation
Equipoised.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem