My love for you
is dead.
I know.
I went to its funeral.
(Just to make sure) .
I was sad
but I was glad
that...“all that”
was over.
Done with.
I walked away
in the rain
almost expecting
a Carriesque type moment
when a hand
would thrust through the ground
And...
but my love for you
was dead.
Long live love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem