You used to ask me
the same question,
'Do you miss me? '
As if you were a parrot.
And I, like a clock
with the same ticking sound
would say, 'You tell me,
if you miss me.'
You, like a sycophant
office assistant
would tell me
what I wished to hear.
And I, like an arrogant boss
would evade the simple
'Yes, I miss you too.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A cold approach in frienship is felt in this.