But you are not.

But you are not.
original poetry

In my room
Without you
Unusual
It's unclear

In my room, the walls are watched with eyes alive,
Looking around, looking, but you are not.
There is some kind of calm and a feeling that while this blue room with your toys on the sofa exists, then everything is good with you, and this world is eternal and some kind of tranquility is universal, warm in the soul.
And it would not be toys, as if I were lying on this sofa next to it.

But you are not.

In the walls, your photos were shaken. These balls leading to the summit are like religion: purpose, faith, place of worship. The sunset sun illuminates the old stones of our fortress.

We are on the tip
At the tip of the needle
We are going through the edge of the abyss ..
Crawl on all fours
Sit high above the ground
Only the old walls around ...

But you are not
Blue walls
Little notebook

"Did you buy flowers in the room?" Earlier in the room, bought flowers, so that it was alive "...
Probably, when you are not, it's also empty ...

It seems to me so far that you open the door and you will enter, open the piano cover and play music.

This is a longing.
But you're somewhere inside
You are somewhere around ...
Your cells fill the air.
And if there were smells, it would be your smell ....

I remember too much your hands and strain of your hair ..

I look at photos, looking cunningly from the walls, with good eyes ...
The most beautiful in the world ...
And I'm especially acute, as it was not long ago. It seemed to me that the shell that I had grown all this time to not feel pain was broken.

Pour ..

And I breathed in the air, breaking out of myself from the captivity ..

But you do not ...