You said once that you
were three years
after my death
die like Pamela
died for Jim Morrison.
It sounded poetic.
I knew that Pamela
was three years
sued for Jim's money
before she died after him.
I never told you that.
I'm telling you now
because it's not in me
our "Heart on the sleeve".
We played a game
of fictitious, dead lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem