I finish my glass of wine.
The evening is small.
You said it was my fault.
And gone.
You said I was a pain and a rock
And the wall,
What in the hell I be burning
Without fire.
That I do not know peace,
Peace and light,
What do you want with that
Not near.
That my home is for wine, friends
And for strings
And that I'm just a great friend,
God knows.
You left without saying "sorry";,
On a new day.
And all the plans and all the dreams -
Cocked.
The illusory world has disintegrated
Apart.
I escaped with all my strength,
From melancholy.
But once in a cold moment
At one o'clock at night
You have returned, you have reappeared
Before me.
I look at the hole in my chest.
Who's right?
Pack up and go.
Here's your scarf.
I finish my glass of wine...
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