hey I think I got used
to having you around
yesterday I was humming
going about
minding my own business
(for a chance)
I was packing for the night
wandering around
when time and time again
I felt I was surely missing something
I went to some cupboard
or shelf somewhere
and stared blankly in
and went away again
only when I found myself
looking in the fridge
still without any idea
as to what I was looking for
my eyes met the small jar
in the middle shelf
and suddenly I got it
found what I couldn't find
you were not in my bag
you were not in the cupboard
you were not in any of the shelves
and absolutely
you were not in the fridge
I think I got used
to having you around
please come back soon
I want to have more
of your food in
the middle shelf of my fridge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem