A long time ago
I really thought
I was going
to merry you.
I walked
on the edge of your lips
and waved white
handkerchiefs
at my friends.
I painted my world
in apocalyptic red
to see
the future.
Somehow
I made my way here.
I left that city
and you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem