Friday night, April 26,2024 at 10: 53. p.m.
—This poem is for … well, let it ride for now.
I love you, beyond doubt—I called your name,
repeatedly tonight, for an hour, more, well longer,
on the street when you were well beyond earshot.
I surprised myself—my intensity. I consider it difficult
to consult myself now, to literally let myself, things be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent ending I quote ' surprised myself—my intensity. I consider it difficult to consult myself now, to literally let myself, things be.' 5***