you want to belong
but they never belong to you
so what do you do?
you go back to a room of your
past, you open that door and feast on remembrances
you make your own coffee
and hold it for your own sipping
all these done
with you alone, but you are never alone
as you begin to know a self which you
have almost forgotten
for years you have taken
this for granted
because you are always
together
and you even think that you are one
and that there is no other
others have learned it before you
did, shaking your hand with your own hand,
answering your own questions,
having a good conversation with yourself,
and finally
discover that, as others have
dropped you,
this time, you have yourself,
someone who never drops you
someone you can not drop too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem