Why she asked,
we had a story, a fairytale.
Why she asked,
we had each other, us.
It wasn't easy,
when you're still in love.
It wasn't easy,
when you still do care.
Yet the decision seemed so glaring.
Glaringly obvious.
Glaringly wrong.
But it must be done.
Hurtful decisions.
Painful ones.
Why she asked,
It wasn't easy.
Not when you're the closest person to my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem