'Is that all there is? ' he asked
As he stooped to collect the final box.
Her gaze swept the room empty of all but litter left for the broom.
No photos, no cushions, no candles on the mantel –
No love left –
Where were the remnants of the 'us'?
And she nodded while turning and swiping a tear
As she wondered, 'Is that all there is? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem