my yes is
cautious
it starts with an
if
if i say yes
then what will i give
what will i lose?
there is always a but
now
unlike before
when my eyes were young
and too sheltered for
harsh lights
i know
how to give now without losing
if i say yes
and if i give something
i always take back
the silence of
my own consequences
in a box
when both of us leave
there will be no word
not a word shall be
wasted for it is expensive
perhaps just a glance
and then you hear footsteps
outside the door
some children will laugh
and then the rain
yes just the rain on the road
nothing more
not even the clicking of an umbrella
unless
you decide to follow like a kitten
but by then
you will have no name of a street
and i too will be
another coat wearing passenger
in that train
going elsewhere to an address unrevealed to anyone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem