Not the endless lists of daggers
Not the saturation of gloom
Not the sands of bitter time down an unquenched gullet
Not the replays of replays of you walking away from me so so gracefully
it was you and him.
gone were the justifications, the remedies of hope, the echoed laughter.
it was you and him. simple.
not me. not us.
that I can now venture the purpled horizon without you. with sadness.
in silence.
with singular purpose:
to heal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem