You have left
your voice
about my house
your shadow
still embraces
my wall
your footstep
like an old shoe
discarded on a stair
I constantly trip over
your laughter
the anywhere of everywhere
your presence
haunts this absence
you have left
your voice
about this house
& I
... must survive it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem