Our time expires today
I am by myself in the flat
try to keep the sadness at bay
You are currently at your place of work
things are so quiet
Watching your empty berth
I went on a short shopping spree
then roamed around this area
Looked at the shadows
Memorized the picture of entrances in Bajvívó street
They were always reminiscent of enormous, dark mouths
Hesitated at street corners and slowly observed the buildings
I wept and attempted to conceal it
Every single step was a unique expression of pain
I'm at a loss as to how to cope with this separation
Pale clouds floating idly
I started the washing machine
Its noise sounds familiar
Your stuff is scattered on the floor of the bedroom
Like unusual fruits, around their tree
I am memorizing each one
What is the purpose behind people's suffering?
I know this is a cliché
Yesterday, I apologized for all the hurtful things I told you
You embraced me
And Your marshmallow-hued jumper caressed my nape
It was soft and warm, like your hand
The two of us cried together
That was the present, but now it is the past
Today has the same fate
I'll prepare a sandwich for you
I'll transfer the wet clothes from the machine to the drying rack
I'll embrace you when you arrive home
We will chat and smile
Then tomorrow morning, when the taxi is coming
Our belongings
and ourselves will become part of the past
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