do I have to get old
if I barely am getting good at being young?
how long can old be pushed forward
and youth lost still imagined
and poorly feigned?
is real love timeless
what does that look like?
how many years to really know and be love?
is real love the first year of partnership
or after year 50 being as one?
who is right, who is wrong?
whose heart still flutters
as the car pulls up?
dented
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem