Understandably
others might be weary
of me--but more so
myself of me--
it would then be
hiatus time
to take leave
to forget my yesterdays
a new self to become
and set myself free-
my friends
you needn't speak
or explain
I know my own malaise
if again
we should meet
silent I would be
as we one another greet-
each life is a journey
every heart has its own compass
I will not raise the old subject
should our paths in future
by chance once again they cross
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem