Yet again
Crashing back and forth between delight and
Disappointment
Racking my brain and
Soul
For something to define my
Presence and
Existence.
Short cryptic comments delivered without
Apparently
So much as a passing sense
Of passion
For what we may have held
For an instant
For one another in another
Moment.
What is this that I
Feel
How does this unfold
Where does anything go
Except to grief
Sadness
an end
And the flood of tears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem