Do you miss me? 
Do you feel my 
abscence from your life
a tangible thing
like a missing limb? 
Or is it easy for you
to cut me out
to pretend that I
don't exist that I
never did? 
Do you even care
that this kills me
that I feel abandoned
and alone? 
Does any of that 
even matter to you? 
When did you become
so cold?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    