WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND
Love’s not what we accumulate,
but what we leave behind
in someone else, and then can find
inside us. We can’t duplicate
what lovers may deposit in
our heart, but love is what is remains,
to leave indelibly the stains
we scan upon our love-scarred skin,
and lovers see reciprocally
upon their own when we aren’t there
to prove with touches that we share
an absent presence we can see.
9/20/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem