you set it aside
on the left and you take
back what you like to do
scribbling a poem or two
on the wide blank monitor
you type a syllable
and tells you a sweet sound
and inspired you write a word
that starts to sing a song
and more words that
sings to you a melody
about love and departure
some loves of course
remembered
those that ended happily
in bed and
marriage and sweet surrender
and living happily ever after
this is the fantasy of your fingers
and your salivating tongue
and your lips biting upon each
other: love, love and its memories
they keep asking about you
that you must speak them again
then pain, the twin sister of love
gets inside your system
your heart bleeds and blood drips
from your chest to your abdomen
staining the carpet of the floor
sad, how sad is this life when
one says she is leaving and will
not be coming back, that there is
and end to this film this fantasy?
now it is too much and you decide
to take back what you just set aside.
now, you swallow the real pill of
bitterness, mother says it is good
for your health. You take a folder
of a case, and then you start reading
their stories, their pains and hopes too.
now, you must do what you do not like doing.
i guess, let me tell you, it is time to be responsible.
not to think about yourself. how about them?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem