Today in the shower I cried and I cried.
You can’t see the tears when I’m washing my hair
But they’re still there.
On our first Valentine’s Day you gave me flowers.
You should have warned me they were to last forever.
I would have pressed them in a book
Then every year taken a look
To remind me of your love,
Dried and shrivelled.
My heart hurts, Love has left.
Life seems to be slipping away, down the drain
With the tears, and the soap and the hope.
Today in the shower I cried and I cried.
You can’t see the tears when I’m washing my hair
But they’re still there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem