I ask myself
Why are you so obsessed with your past?
I ask myself
Why do you keep writing about a person who you lost
I ask myself
Don't you feel shame of still holding that person who won't come back
I ask myself
When will you stop writing about him
Myself says
I'm a half cut tree whose roots are still in the ground
Uselessly
Myself says
A poet will never let anyone die
Myself says
I'm proud that I don't pretend to forget
Myself says
When I find something more close than him