On this dating site I frequent
a woman has a photo of herself lent
her man's hand on her shoulder rests
in what was once a warm embrace
His hand and shoulder partly shown
are all of him that will be known
decapitated and dismembered love-
do we need this reminder drear
of what has passed and what we fear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem