Words unsaid
Thoughts unshared.
Both are beginning to metastasize
And consume my heart.
I can't help but think
That had I never loved you,
Or maybe even if you had loved me,
Things wouldn't be this way.
Since you've gone,
The world, and all its contents,
Seem to be moving forward
And are experiencing the beauty of life.
While this happens,
I sit here trapped
In the confines of a broken mind
With no way out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem