«Meet me where there is no darkness» — you wrote to me.
I folded your letters like a house of cards.
Your lips are obscenely kissing me.
But all our meetings
Only under the cover of night.
Your finger is on my lips.
I close my eyes.
All good people see each other during the day.
And you're not coming out,
Are you okay?
I've been thinking about you for a very long time,
And I've come to the conclusion:
You're not afraid of the dark.
But why?
I thought a lot again,
Trembled from the permafrost.
And I understood —
In the darkness all people are same.
And I don't care if you're good
Or bad at heart.
Darkness is darkness for all souls.
Darkness is peace for your heart.
You hide your features in it,
Not letting me know
What you really are.
How could you fall?
I haven't seen you in the sun for a very long time.
You know everything about me,
I don't have to hide.
I would be glad to see
You at the sun of dawn.
But again you are silent
And write «sorry» too slow.
And you're telling me about the night
For the hundredth time.
Wake up. Enough.
Stop hiding inside.
I’m tired of waiting.
The sunset of my love.
I finally understood —
In the darkness all people are same.