We will never be together

Стихотворение опубликовано в III Харьковском литературном Альманахе ЛАВА в 2014 г.

On a windowsill the wind has left for you
A bouquet of autumn brown leaves…
The sign, that makes your wonder
And fills your eyes with the ice of tears.

Where am I now and what am I doing?
Where are my loving arms and tender touches?
Where are my fervent kisses?
But I shall never come to you anew
As I’m no longer hunger for your love…

The sun is slowly going down
And drawing its line between you and me.
Already many days and nights
We’ve spent apart.
All precious memories are vanishing
Into a thin air of the past.
Already you have cried
So many lonely nights
And I have done the same,
Drawing the line between you and me…

And cry this autumn carry on
With brown leaves reminding us
Of those days and those nights
When you and me
When used to be together.

Already lost this future is for us:
The path without you,
The path without me
Will soon be walked apart.
At least you’re now free,
Free from me.
At least I’m now free,
I’m now free to let you stay free…

The sudden breath of the wind
Has rushed and turned the leaves
Of the windowsill to carry them away
And sung his lament for you and me.
This dance of leaves and wind
In the autumn street has drawn
The final line between you and me…

Where are you now and where am I?
Where’re our arms and where’re the kisses?
What does it mean for me
To never kiss your lips and never hold your hand,
To never feel and never know,
That you’re still waiting for me?

Why did we draw the line?
Why did we listen to this autumn lament?
Why heart is so empty now?
Why can’t we just avoid this fate?
Why didn’t learn to cherish love and dreams?

On a windowsill the wind has left for you
A bouquet of autumn brown leaves…