I can reconstruct you
on the page,
inventing
any number of scenarios
between us.
The plot probably
will become less noticeable
over time.
You'll forget it,
or I'll end up resentful,
wanting to save myself
if saving becomes necessary.
But this,
this is the real problem;
there’s too much space between
what I write
and what really happens next.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem