I think of you
really try hard
to think of you
but you elude me
running deftly from my mind's grasp.
and I wonder why you went
leaving me here
with the souls of empty things
like pillows and silver ribbon and foreign currency.
Love, I do not know what to do
with these shells...
and you forgot to tell me
before you left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem