There is...
always a somewhere
you are telling me the tale
of Orpheus and Eurydice
without neither you nor I
knowing
that you are dead
& exist only
in this telling
& my remembering.
Your death
is very far away
like a myth or
a thing of legend
and you are so near
the words on your breath
gently move my hair
as I fall asleep
quietly beside you...
...you falling asleep beside me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem