I wonder-
if I died
would you find all the poems
I wrote about you?
Would you read them
and weep
seeing what I've been through?
Would you be filled with grief
and cling to
every word?
Would you say
all the things
you wish
I had heard?
would you reread
all the letters
I've sent your way?
Would they
make you wish
you had chosen to stay?
Would you change
your mind
about your words
in the past?
Or would you
be given
closure at last?
Would you read
this poem
and know
who it's for?
Would you be sad
I can write
in verse no more?
Would you find this poem
and the dozens
you've inspired?
Would you even care
to read them
when my time
has expired?
Alas, I am living
and my words
still have breath.
These words
I should hope
will live long after
my death.
I wonder-
if I died
would you find all the poems
I wrote about you?
For now
I can only hope
that someday
you do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem