I wrote my loss across the page
It stared back at me in silence
And as the words formed line by line
They cried the painful truth
How empty they did look
How sad I have become
A different me is here
In the absence of your love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes brevity is beautiful. This is one of those times. Your longing resonates. As always, Sandra