Losing someone projects you into a loneliness all
your own.
Hanging onto syllables, hoping to clarify through
writing, the pressures of solo journeys.
Pretending to be alright as hearts are ripped,
torn, and never again repaired.
Singed with fires of love as death embraces loved
ones, taking them to farthest shores and over ocean
ebb tides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem