In a deserted cafe, chocolate cooled in glasses.
Drops poured down the glass, resembling tears.
I catch silently your sad look:
campaign, our novel in poetry is again replaced by prose.
Come back. What was there? - love and summer, Cold drinks, sweet cigarette smoke,
Passionate embrace and talk until dawn.
What now? We are sitting alone in a cafe, we are silent ...
What did this sweet August cost us?
It was a whole world, but it is now broken.
And you’re raising a degree in someone’s hut,
And my words are reluctant to beat.
And this year ... So cold and rainy ...
Suddenly deigned just to bring us together.
as if two ways were saved by an invisible force.
And we could no longer let each other go.
I admit: at first it was somehow unusual -
Your friends, business, these trips at night ...
I seem to be not at all indifferent to you.
Plus, too simply related to the little things.
One of our days I remember for almost a minute, -
It rained in the morning. Celsius is fifteen. It was July.
And not a soul is in the city. Everything seemed to have disappeared.
You all looked at the rain, leaning, as always, on the steering wheel.
Then champagne in the car, music, there are only two of us!
It seemed at that moment that in the whole world we were alone!
And you were ready to fulfill any desire.
And I'm ready for anything! All you want! here! take it!
Forgotten by the whole world, they answered him the same.
Meanwhile, July was nearing its end.
In early August, we saw you less and less ...
And yet, how will the story of hearts end?
Tormenting everyday life, every day the same thing:
worn tracks, coffee, headache ...
Stupid indifference ... From a sedative, it seems ..
Or damn alcohol to all the blame?
Well, a quarter of a month of mutual ignore.
This is probably all, and together we will no longer be ...
Then a call. A little later meeting. Quarrel again!
We didn’t have time to cool down during the week!
The rest of August then passed almost without emotion.
Now it’s September, and all that was before is just a nightmare.
And I would have to dig somewhere there, in the options settings,
and erase your phone from memory forever!
And it’s like you didn’t do anything bad to me,
but I’m sitting here, drinking cold chocolate,
I involuntarily recall what hurt so much ...!
And mentally come back a couple of years ago:
My misery after the spring spree.
Your insults, bullying, then calls again ...
Vindictive ...! Who would have thought?
and all that was left was to leave forever! ....
