In a warm afternoon in August
I stared at your pretty smile in a photo
And wrote in tender sentences
Delivered to you, my love
I suffered while embracing the sick face of my young daughter Your words were shot hitherward like rain of arrows
Here they cut, there they tore
I knew I erred in the indifference in life
I would rather have souls in sync
Yes, the love without trust needs emergency treatment

Somehow your shadow
Became my skin
Right now, your ghost-like doubt
Directly penetrates my heart
The medicinal odor in the emergency room covers your figure With a strong, pungent,
And unbearable smell

Absolutely beyond your understanding Is the extent of my pain
You are my newly grown skin
Your words and thoughts
Tear me
Your feelings are my feelings
Your doubt tears my skin apart
It is I, badly mutilated,
A fragile life on a sickbed in an emergency room

A skin of love
Was just torn
We both become hardly separable

─ August 4, 2018