While you are writing a poem

While you’re writing a poem,
I’m looking through the window,
I like drawing rains of London
and St.Peter,
You like touching snow, forgiving
That I’m crying without you
                Just now,
                Just here.

Remember my twenty. So charming,
so laughing
and exquisite lady.
I used to be fire,
What’s now?
I’m here with coffee in сhina,
I’m more like your shadow,
but not the muse or someone’s desire.
You called me my darling,
                my love
                and my story.
The words were essential,
I read in your eyes
All beautiful feelings:
                from passion to worry
About me.
But…I can’t decide…

What’s wrong have I done?
Where are my twenty.
I spent half
          of the life
             for making you
                happy.
I’m standing alone,
I’m drinking my coffee..
You’re going to her…
      I’m broken…
            I’m smoking.