Only a broken heart can know
How lonely it can be at night
The wrestling of the sheets
So starched an uncomforming
The moon with a crescent like smirk
Vacant corners of the room
Spaces that hold onto emptiness
And bounce off the shame and guilt
That you still love him
Yet somewhere he lays
Peacefully in his dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem