Maybe in Another Life

Wednesday. Half past five.
You're twirling an empty glass in your hands.
The waiter yawns, he understood everything at a glance,
He's seen hundreds like us here before.
Your raincoat hangs like a wet sail,
And I'm searching for words not to lie.
Between us, just a small table and this awkward status —
"Friends who are afraid to lose each other."

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Maybe in another life...
Where there are no schedules and night flights.
Where we don't hide our glances backstage,
And where the script is written honestly.
Maybe there we will align,
Like two notes in a complex chord.
But here we'll just finish our drinks
And drive away in different, strange clothes.


You talk about summer in Tuscany,
And I watch your hand trembling.
Funny, we seek truth in wine and in fog,
Though it is simple and so close.
I could flip the table right now,
Say to hell with it all, stay with me.
But I nod like a polite, old acquaintance,
Playing this role assigned by fate.


And someone will say — it's cowardice,
And someone will say — it's wisdom.
But is wisdom really letting go?
When you want so much... just to hug.
Just to be silent.



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Maybe in another life...
Where there are no schedules and stupid flights.
Where we don't hide our glances backstage,
And where the script is written honestly.
There I won't ask: "Is it time to go?"
There you will answer: "I am home."


Maybe...
Just not here.
Not today.