Sorry, I threw that cigarette at you,
but it was the perfect punctuation mark.
I just realized,
you mean nothing
to me
anymore.
It's such a relief
to be free of your smothering
stress and worrisome
breath.
It was just that easy.
Period.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem. It is so neat and the last line picking up on the title is perfect!