I’m walkin’ alone,
See u everywhere:
In subway, in shops,
Here and there!
Your copper head,
Your lips colored roses…
So hard be apart
Without of u’s doses…
Like PTSD,
I hear your voice tones
Pronounced indeed
By others – no choices…
To phone or to write? –
Pride will collapse me:
I’m walkin’ alone,
Patient and sighing.
I m walkin alone
© Copyright: Инна Щептева, 2015
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