Ginger hair, black sweatshirt,
The hotel room we didn’t live in enough,
Clothes thrown in a fit of passion.
If we’d gone to the movies,
I’d have kept all the tickets,
But we went with the other people.
You’re drinking cappuccino and me –
Black coffee without sugar and cream,
Maybe with a drop of whiskey.
But I’m the night cup of espresso for you
To turn everything upside down,
And stay awake, and not to sleep
Mostly because of thoughts.
Who are we?
Champagne that has faded?
Or brandy which is getting better,
More expensive and precious…
And if so, when will the game over?
When I’ll end all the incomplete
Poems and prose… Hardly.
Everyone around has children and
Soon they’ll start celebrating
Crystal weddings.
But we are still taking credits of
A mistake we made many years ago.
And I prefer thinking that we’re
The faded champagne –
Maybe life is just better this way.