You had left a mark -two nights ago -
That you had been and gone though
The dust remained undisturbed; that
Only you and I -only I -would know
That you had come, crossing the stile,
Where you would come to, before you went.
I had just been there, somewhere not far,
Bending over whatever it may have been,
Though possibly not thinking where you are.
The signs you leave is archaeology.
I turn them in my hand as if a pre-historic skull,
Not knowing whether to indulge in your memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem