For what did we do,
when we did it?
We talked, I talked
oh so much talk
torrential tsunami talk.
Talk for the ages
drafted in a glow
so real so real.
We held on for dear life:
transplant of the living heart
transfusion of hope
infusion of joy.
And the day went.
And the night went.
One week like no other.
Then, there no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem