Could you ever forgive me for constantly being myself?
And for smeling the lilacs somethere near the South
While you were fighting the unbearable pain of unknown
Of whether or not your mother will make it?
Oh, you won’t.
But I will remain in the terrible stories about ex-girlfriend
Who was so self-centrered. And put too much milk in her coffee,
Too much salt – in her tears. Too much drama in her words.
They will listen. The thousand women you are dating.
They will give you the sigh – “ So sorry about that girl.”
They will kiss you. They’ll put their tongues in your mouth.
And you’ll go away. In the sunniest May or July.
I will miss you.
Could you ever forgive me?
© Copyright: Оля Слепченко, 2008
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