I. My last poem for you
March 14, 2025 at 5:28 AM
I’m saying goodbye.
And it’s not a momentary whim.
I’m saying goodbye
And I’m actually going to leave
You. That’s it. I’m tired,
Exhausted, I’m lost —
I don’t understand you.
Your beautiful words
Were just words —
Nothing serious, just a sound.
But, to be honest,
They made me confound.
I should’ve be smarter,
More rational, reasonable,
As I usually do. But you
Appeared as warm season,
As if winter suddenly ended.
But for you I wasn’t spring —
Just short thaw, which
A bit touched the strings
Of your soul, but didn’t
Become that important.
I actually didn’t expect
Anything. But seeing your portrait
In my poems made me
Feel so childishly silly.
And I have only last wish.
And even I know it is really
Egoistic, I hope everything
Will remind you of me.
And I hope it’s going to break
Your heart, while I’ll be free
And absence of calls
Won’t ruing my evenings.
I’m proudly saying goodbye —
For last time before actual leaving.