I Will not Be Here This Summer
/triptych/
I.
Night doesn’t depend on the budget.-
It is black.
And the day is bright,
like white cuffs on a jacket.
Je t’aime, Je t’aime…
Where is that from?
II.
“Summer — I won’t be here then.”
I was in a rush and didn’t ask:
— Why?
And where will you be, darling?
But in my head it kept repeating:
In summer I won’t be here.
III.
We parted many times.
But came back.
Met again.
But never did your words pierce me so deeply:
In summer I won’t be here.
I Will not Be Here This Summer
© Copyright: Марина Кужман, 2025
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