he said to her death does not exist
for i am dead, and she retorted, yes
that is a fact now, you have become my
own ghost, how terrible have you become
two black pants are ironed and place neatly
in the cabinet, and there is one thing that he missed:
a note saying, i love you still, i miss you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem