isolation was sparing them
from rejection and pain
so for a while, they were glad
to never fall in love again
till they found each other
they were dancing with shadows
and flirting with corpses
but when the songs stopped playing
they only had silence and blank pages around them
nothing was the same
they went back to isolation, thinking
'hmmm... it's warm in here'
and just like that
they were back where they truly belonged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem