I open the door and see this strange and empty room,
Put away my heavy bag and try to understand –
Where did you go?
I look at the floor and see the sun shining so bright
From the streets on which we used to stand
Years ago.
Hear the voices laughing and singing the odes
To every meaningless thing in this room.
I glance at the clock ticking out my empty life,
The forecast says it will be raining again,
Forever again.
But as I peer out, my mind always rejects the clouds
And sees the sun as if you were here again
In spite of the rain.
See you playing quietly some songs we used to know.
Without you they are hollow.
I feel so alone...
I feel so alone
© Copyright: Яна Физалова, 2014
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