marriage
has become just
a kind of friendship
thing
it is as casual
as meeting and talking
and then
going back to individualities
of our selfish dreams
that we were once
for better or for worse
in sickness and in health
for poorer or richer
when love making was
an infusion of
myriad delights
now what do we have?
just me and you
and seldom us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem