The day was blank,
Again,
And nothing
Crawled across.
The room
Was small and haunted,
You were lying so gracefully
In bed.
The night was young
And so short-skirted.
The gambler stole
That day's last bet.
The stranger room
Secured its promise:
No memories
In pillow folds.
I searched your pulse
No reassurance
And novel signs:
Do Not Disturb.
The shouting city
Had to be hushed,
I was trying to follow
Your breathing.
A hotel room
© Copyright: Егор Лановенко, 2009
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