When I came, you thought you were a father,
and looked so smug.
Speaking, but saying nothing, you did not know
you were a disappointment, and neither did I.
You watched and I tried to pry open your mind.
Were you laughing?
I suppose, for you never intended entry.
Time secured no meeting until there was no time.
Leaving me to wonder, who were you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem