Disappearance
My emails come to your box.
You, for some reason, do not read them.
"Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you?" -
my voice is screaming in the Web.
In vain.
There is no hope.
I pour a cup of tea slowly
into my dry throat
grey from unbearable pain.
What happened had to happen.
And what happened?
No one knows.
I'm waiting.
Just waiting.
I read your letters again and again,
open your audio files,
sounding gentle and tender,
fragile as the last ice.
I listen to the voice of your bare nerves.
February poems are the last.
There are no March ones.
No April and May.
My in-box is empty.
Your page is an orphan.
Where are you, darling?
Does anyone know?
Your page is silent.
No sign, no hint.
Empty.
You've never appeared in my dreams.
My hopes die quietly.
© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021
© Copyright: Валео Лученко, 2021
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