His loss?
But to him he didn't lose anything.
His loss?
But i couldn't eat properly for days.
His loss?
But it's my chest that aches.
His loss?
But I vomited out of anxiety.
His loss?
But he sleeps soundly at night.
His loss?
But the sound of his name still breaks me.
His loss?
But deep down i know it's mine too
we were something don't you think so?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! That moment we realize we might have made a mistake. Perfectly captured, Za7ra.