I will remember them.
In my mind but not my heart.
I could say it is sad.
But connecting it to that feeling,
Is not there.
After condoning to tolerate nonsense,
That has left to go away...
To know what was no longer is,
And the space of it gone not missed.
Can be described as sad. I guess.
Even a pity,
Trying it to make feel real...
Is a pathetic attempt.
Since doing that,
Just brings a smile to my face.
I'm doing my best,
To feel something remorseful.
Shouldn't I feel at least,
Something to resent?
Instead of a neither negative nor postive,
Ambiguous nothingness.
Feeling relief?
Right now that would be a bit too easy.
I've already contemplated asking myself why.
Why have I found it,
Possible to know definitions of words.
But not able to connect,
At this moment with a commitment to feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem