before the night is through, i will have written three love poems for you.
before the day is done, i will have thought about you a million times and one.
before i decay in my bed, i will think about every word you have ever said.
since you boarded that plane
i am incapable of writing a proper poem
the baggage you checked held much more than
broken letters from a broken girl, much more than
clothing stained with the smell of cheap cigarettes, much more
than memories that can be easily moved on from.
the day was cloudy, but not absurd, insignificant.
i am incapable of writing a proper poem
since you boarded that plane
before i decay in my bed, i will think about every word you have ever said.
before the day is done, i will have thought about you a million times and one.
before the night is through, i will have written three loves poems for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem