When I got out and everyone was waiting and happy
Because there was a sense of finalisation
When I was being congratulated on my journey,
And completing it
When we were escorted out and we joked how
We'd never like to see them again
And everyone understood that it was done
But it changed from person to person
My sense of it and your sense of it were different
Your sense of finalisation was the time I'd spent
And the time I would have spent
But my sense of finalisation was me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem