When people ask how I'm doing
I just shrug my shoulders
because how could I describe this
not-quite heartbreak
of almost missing you.
I'm not crying anymore,
but I can still feel the
inexorable emptiness
in that part of me
where you should be.
I'm not falling apart,
but I can still feel your
loss weighing down
upon me,
as if I'm buried beneath
several tons of dirt
but still breathing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem