to enter your room at night
when you are no longer there is to
make me a sense of home of you
i smell your body. it is earth to me.
i kiss the blanket, it is heaven.
i keep a handful of your unwashed clothes
worn by you before we ended.
the scent of your used clothing
gives me still that feeling of me still
belonging to you.
but tonight i will assure myself
that i am not a slow learner to this fact
that here i am
myself at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem