You have left scratches inside my mouth
that tell of your existence.
I have not yet tried
to sell them for anything.
I find this suffering
this loneliness
valuable to me.
Although it's ridiculous
I have kept your name
on my tongue, behind my lips.
No one else
will look upon you
and frown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem