This distance between us
Not to be measured in meters
Nor can any feet or toes
Express the scope
Of this distance
When you sit here, right
Across the table, sipping
The tea I made you
Sipping the life
I'm no longer part of
I answer you mystically
Since there's no more
Room in this room for me
To trust you with my
tea
And you smile
And I smile
Widening the gap
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe it is a poem about feeling like a tea machine and distant from a good human relationship. That is the best I can come up with, but it made me think.