At the time it felt as though my chest imploded inward
When he rejected me with such indifference
Each word like the strike of a shovel, 
Unearthing the roots of the love that had grown
The dirt stained his hands red, 
As a savage reminder, 
Of all he had torn asunder                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    