why i did not see you
it was simple
i have nothing to say
or show
to impress you about me
you may
ask me about my poems
as though i owe you
something
or an explanation why
they sound so sad and
then when we face each other
what you see instead
is the sunrise
and never the sunsets
or the smile that you think
must have been purported to
deceive you
i do not wish to disturb you
further
it is not odd
it is simply a matter of
keeping things to myself
because
i have become independent from
anybody's prison
that matter of opinion
that impression
that something that i do not want
to have
that conclusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem