When you spoke,
there was not enough.
Your hands moved through the air
like a bird,
too slow to fly.
Our shadows,
cast on the wall,
met
as if you were touching my shoulder.
You were not.
When you were silent,
there was too much.
You walked too fast
for me to keep up,
the emptiness vast
like the feeling.
Your breath roared in my ears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem