When I threw you out.
Finally.
When you stood there next to your suitcase
and damned me, threatening:
Never speak of me!
Darling, sweetheart!
Really it is of Him that I never speak,
actually, of Him.
Because He is beyond words,
although all my life I have searched,
and continue to search for words for Him.
What would I have to say about you,
dear?
Why should I speak about you at all?
Who cares about you — or me?
Doris Kareva (born 1958) Estonia
Translated by Tiina Aleman
Source: BabelMatrix
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