Whatever it is you wish to give to me,
At this late hour...
Of my perceived need.
I don't want.
You keep it.
What you once had,
I hungered.
And that time has passed.
Along with you as a priority.
You removed yourself from my agenda.
Remember?
You unlocked my heart...
Throwing away the key.
You have no idea how glad I am,
I did not make any copies...
For your repeat.
Whatever it is you wish to give to me,
At this late hour...
Of my perceived need.
I don't want.
You keep it.
I have made some renovations.
And the first thing I replaced...
Was your constant face in my mind!
The second thing done took a little longer.
I learned to strengthen my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem