Gone
Your bed is empty now.
Rain on the glass,
Your hustle is gone.
Sorrow remains,
Feelings left raw,
I know by heart
Your cutting words.
Alone in my room,
The beat of my heart.
Quarantine without you —
The door to my soul is shut.
The phone is silent,
Your keys are on the desk.
No SMS, no pictures —
The image vanished in ash.
Silence teaches me
How to make peace with pain,
To let you go forever,
To achieve everything alone.
I’ve left failures behind,
Taken beautiful moments in stride.
Rains will wash away melancholy,
Candles will warm my soul inside.
Evgeny Gribkov
http://stihi.ru/2026/06/21/6038
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Евгений Грибков 21.06.2026 18:42 Заявить о нарушении