Saw your picture
From a year,
A country,
An imagination away.
Drank you in
Like cool spring water
But your refreshment
Refused me.
Wondered.
Do you love me,
Hate me
Or just not ‘do’ me?
Wondered.
Would I ever know?
Don’t know.
Just don’t know.
Don’t even know
What good the knowing would do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem