If you are going to go away,
Do it.
And not in slow motion.
Or with effects,
Threatening to be special.
Hoping I will regret your absence.
Left to leave me emotionally grieving.
At least,
Give me the opportunity...
To discover that loss for myself.
"I know these times can be stressful."
Yes.
I agree.
"And I also understand,
I may have taken your patience...
To limits unbearable."
Okay.
"But...
Call me.
Whenever you change your mind."
Trust me.
That change has already been made.
WITH it wished to miss,
Your absence to threaten it.
"So...
For clarity and my understanding.
What is it that you are saying? "
If you leave me,
Will I be left heartbroken?
Or thrilled with happiness?
And I must admit...
This difficult decision to make,
Awaits with anticipation...
Your going away.
"Don't think you won't miss me."
You have no idea,
How much I am trying...
To keep myself from reminiscing that,
Even now!
Wishing more you open the door.
Leaving me to grieve your absence,
Alone!
Shocked.
And left in total disbelief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem