Every morning
Over cups of iced coffee
Or in the tub
They meet hidden
And tears they bring
To my eyes unbidden
Secret identities
Multiple names
Just few of their games
Lunch dates
Silly updates
Secret meetings
Trysts with fate
Do you take me
To be a flake?
At night he wakes
At the crack of dawn
Chat her up
And tear her gown
While all along
I light a candle
Hope against hope
To end their tattle
& freeze alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Sand.