There are a lot of things I hate,
And they are so diverse.
I hate the air too hot to breathe.
Or the smallness of my purse.
But there's one thing I really hate.
That I can say is true.
I hate me not being able,
To be there with you
I hate you being far away,
I hate you not being near.
I hate you not knowing I exist,
That's the thing I fear.
I hate you not knowing
That I love you the way I do.
Not because of your profession,
But simple because you're you.
June 24,2002.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem