my silent tears dissolved into rain…
lights off… fire extinguished, died,
buried in the grave of dark pupils.
shadows playing roles
on the fringes of the candlelight..
the stage is empty.
I drink my last drink
with the ghosts of my memory.
last moments before the lights
last flicker flies away...
just a puddle of formless wax.
shall it rain… shall it snow…
the last teardrop filling my eyes
slowly, to the brim.
let it freeze…
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya
To my friend who suffered a loss today and said that it did not hurt him. He is a strong man and he want to remain as such. But it hurts me. I could not tell him how sorry I am so I wrote a poem. And if my friend would allow himself to feel he would feel as my poem say…
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