Airport

I'm sad today. So sad
I can't even weep.
I draw a small circle around myself
with diameter—the hand of dusk.
And I hide in it. Bare. Alone.
No dreams. No hope. With nothing at all.
Infinite distances are drumming in my heart again.
And I look so much like an airport...
From which they depart...
They fly away forever.
No tickets for the return.
Past moments are crumbling inside me.
And so to hold me...