I walk away from the mirror,
But my face is inside
And so will remain
Forever.
I can see my eyes starve
And long for delight
Of the last night we spent
Together.
As you sat in the candlelit room,
Wrapped up in the fragrance
Of countries
Where birds never land…
I can see my lips bleed,
And beg for a kiss,
And then burst into laughter:
“The end!”
When the night slips away
Nothing remains
But this motionless glass,
Cold and stern.
There are two of us now,
Blessed with loneliness
In the world where
Once
Love was born.
Cursed by love
© Copyright: Инна Кацуи, 2024
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