It's over now.
The hatred words were thrown.
The tears were shed.
All the pieces have been broken.
We need to pick up the pieces.
Together, if that still exists.
After all has been done,
What still remains?
What can be fixed, will be fixed.
Where does this leave me?
Alone. Broken. Full of regret.
Where I belong.
After everything I've done to you,
I'm sorry.
This is how my story ends.
This is my ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem