I should be glad
when you said you loved me.
But something tells me
that isn’t fair.
Soon I forgot
the doubts on my head
that I wore like a wig
and believed you instead.
We swayed in the wind
like children playing
on a park of people,
but in a world of our own.
Then when she passed by
you let go of my hand forever,
I was just a friend
a role I played ‘til the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem