i may live here with you
in the same house that your mother left you
for fifty years
and another twenty
you may have talked to me
and i may have answered with the sense that i can muster
you may make love with me
but it shall only be my body
my heart died years ago
i had no choice and i never told you
life is not a choice either
it is given and then it is taken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem