Speak?
Dare I with nothing good to say?
Will I just weep before any words come out?
I can't stomach it anymore.
There is always a pull, where you used to be.
I haven't moved the passenger seat since you sat there.
I see your picture everywhere it seems.
I really can't stomach it anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Rebecca Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken