I run from the past to nowhere,
Taking a route
from you
to emptiness. From above.
With no way to return,
I'll jump
with a parachute,
I'll become a fool -
In someone's eyes
Sometimes
There are tears...
Dear, my lips, skin and hair
still cherish the memory of you.
Sensual memory…
Do you, too, still remember me?
Not able to trade-in
what we had
for a silly comfort
of day-to-day boring life?
Do you also resist it?
DO YOU?
Or is it time to give up?
Saying goodbye is a science,
Sense-less-art of letting one go…
So, you must. The past
and the future are twisted.
One day, I will find the pass,
Or die trying...
Promise me to be happy
for the both of us …
The original in Russian is here: http://www.stihi.ru/2001/10/26-487
I run from the past to nowhere
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