Long past the longing hour
as the shades of you drape my sullen frame
I have emptied all into you
and washed you with my breath.
You left long before that hour
to retrace your steps back to a former life
that is no more to you
mere inflections of emotions lost long
as you walk that familiar path
or the one leading you back to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am reading into this poem, and you are saying a lot. Your last stanza tells the story. nice ink.