Is it because I come to you, pleading
that you turn me away as less of a man
When others, who ignore you, leave you
wingless and weeping, like a widow, in a bay window
Am I so safe you seek danger
in the clutch of a soulless stranger
Shunning what too easily comes
for what too quickly goes...
If I went away, earned my fame,
proving to be a man
Would you wail for me
would you want me more, then
Must everything come to ruin
must all the photos be torn
Must everything be too late
is your wish to mourn instead of love
As each gender chases they who flee
also run from they who come
Must we, too, play and lose at this game
or aren't we both more than the sum of it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem