on this night
she is not thinking of you
the way she promised
she would
everytime she saw the ocean
somewhere you fell
just short of love
and as the waves reach for her
like thousands of tiny tongues
you sit
in a dark wooden room
drinking coffee
a silence falling from your mind
like a wave retreating
the way a woman’s hand
once slipped from yours
at the train station
outside the crows gather
around the broken neck of
a bird skeleton
outside the rats float safely
through the sewers
outside a full moon hangs
like a heart beating
and you realize you’re not thinking of her
the way you promised you would
everytime you saw the moon
you are thinking of them
and where they might be flying to
in the silence of this night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem