I wrote you a letter
and my words were confused
9 pages of thoughts
worthless to you
I wrote you another 
for which it was not for you
I wrote that last letter
for myself 
I knew you were gone 
all I needed was an audience
the paper will listen
maybe you will too
but I expect no replies from either
no one listens nowadays 
this last letter was for me 
to stay busy or pass the time
in it I wrote things I already knew
things you know
I do know you like letters 
maybe not from me anymore but from lovers
letters are for romantics I say
but this last letter wasn't for you                
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