I'm leaving city, country, continent.
I am to live at place, that's far way.
I failed being even nearly competent
to stay.
I'm looking out the window, going blind,
as people go as small as dust in air.
"It's fine." - says wallet, but in mind:
"Not fair."
I langolier through the time and space,
myself becoming fictional and tasteless.
And only image of your gorgeous face
is wasteless.
Departure
© Copyright: Артем Хабипов, 2015
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