Elegy of a Farewell
cutting the line, turning the page in front of the mirror
removing your name from the door
because it should be irreplaceable
for ever
I can not write anymore
of this fierce absence
that doesn't fear the ice of the night
that doesn't break itself
in the dark depths of your distance
it's the most terrible night
it's the most suffocating
and paralyzing Winter
in the broken dream
of a bright mirror
it was yours, and it was mine, just yesterday
and was shattered at a stroke
in an only instant
ruining into smithereens sharp
with whom, devastating me,
they cut my soul
in the smallest arid fragments
not reconstructable
landsliding-dawn
on the threshold of our house
when it lacks even the verse, and you can not
you can not turn the page
in front of the mirror
anymore
and you only can
remove her name
from the door
because it should be
irreplaceable
for ever
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