Spring is in the air 
birdsong abounding 
and reaches  me 
here on the patio of my brothers house
little stretch of tucson desert 
casts adrift its aromas 
and yet winter lingers in my heart 
because i am not sharing 
this beautiful day with you
i wonder how long it will take 
for the heart ache to dull 
the emptiness of my hand
tugs at my conscience
i tried to feel your hand in mine
last night while watching sappy romantic comedies
there are so many things to miss about a person.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    