Even on bad days
you're the only good news.
I'm too old to be interested
in panda bears. I no longer
care which neighborhood
is safe. The weather is dark.
Sports always finds me trying
to rally from an affair. Then
there is you—my anchor in
this world. I wish lifeboats
were kisses. Maybe the next
time you cut your hair the war
will be over. Soldiers will return
home. I'll fight my heart and try
to love again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem