If you are going to forget me,
Delete from memory the feeling,
Then don’t pretend that we are happy.
There is now way, there is no meaning.
I maybe have to be more easy.
And less exiting, quietly, sober.
Much nicer, kinder, less cheesy.
Oh, wait, I was. You crossed the border.
So don’t pretend to be the same.
That’s done. The trip for two is ended.
You play another solo game.
I’ll take in another country landing.
But maybe later. In the future
I’ll meet you on the same road.
And you’ll be stronger, I’ll be cuter.
So let me go. I’m looking forward.
If you are going to forget me
© Copyright: Александра Яницкая, 2018
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