her toothbrush now stands alone
against the cold hard sink
and his blue towel is no longer
here hanging next to hers
she can no longer feel
his heartbeat in this house
only shadows of him and his things
that used to be here
and when she sits down
on the sofa and held out her hand
the only thing there for her to grab
is the reality that he is no longer here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem