I know, nothing is the same any more! Lips with that violet breath... today they are silent, shrunken and lying, and don't whisper as much as I need. They do not burn the eyes---they are cold, they look at me and don't even see me, they were the sun, and now they are frozen, as dark clouds come. And in the soul the dreams froze, the loneliness came, of course, you left, but your hands did not dare to wave goodbye to me. And what do I have left? Smiles--- those sunny ones where you send me, they are here, on the left side of my chest, I keep them, all of them! For consolation---thoughtless, strange. I will hide them---deep, they are a memory, I breathed with them, so did you, you remember? Roses---a bouquet, I tore it off, and I am writing my farewell letter!
