If you don't feel it
you're not worth
dying for.
I don't need another person
like that.
If that is
where we find ourselves
I can snuff myself
down to your level
and live
without it.
I'll eat your food
as I die of thirst.
I still think
that you feel it.
And just maybe
that's worth dying for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem