Любимые Стихи

Your good-bye always goes simply back to you
even if you suppose someone else to do
all the job for you.
And your sighs nightly sound in the rooms you left
they can point all the wounds in the heart you felt
when you’ve come it through.

Having time to escape this supressing rythm
means you know the way to a dreamy myth
you may not return.
Please come back keeping fight don’t give up like this
we must turn off the lights as if final kiss
can be never gone.

January 14 1998