you come back
as a very young man
wearing levi's pants
and adidas fitting shirt
you are smiling
as you open the knob
of our door
i do not like this lie
papa you have been dead
in 1987 and there is no more
reason for you to be back
goodbye had been so
well said
you close the door again
goes outside us
less the smile
the truth must seal
the distance between us
papa
the past has no more use
the future too fruitless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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