Am I still angry?
Not anymore.
Not since I've learned to recognize,
The beginnings of a headache.
And not to let that headache,
Cross a threshold to enter through an open door...
To become a prolonged migraine.
'Oh!
So what are you saying?
I'm not invited to come in? '
I didn't say that.
You did.
And I thank you for saving me the time to do it.
However...
I do wish for you to have a pleasant journey.
And I'll do my best to keep hope alive.
I believe those were your comments the last time I saw you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem