To LDV
A half-burnt cigarette with red lipstick traces,
A cup of coffee on a marble corner table,
An airline ticket to forgotten distant places,
And candlelight so gorgeously unstable,
These little trinkets of our ruined love
Remind me of you. Oh yes, the life is rough.
First daffodils and lilies-of-the-valley,
A touch of frost upon a morning windscreen,
Some boring football match on Sunday telly
And every piercing wind of this disastrous spring -
All these mementoes of our ruined love
Tell me of you. Oh yes, the life is rough.
A tinkling pianoforte in the gloom of my apartment
A telephone that rings but there is no answer
My darling, at last I got to know what you meant
When you said that you were just freelancer.
I understood your game: no money - no love.
So typical of you. Oh yes, the life is rough.
April blues
© Copyright: Нина Вольга, 2023
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