“Letters to Eliza” is a tale of love. Letter No. 3

Letter No. 3

Why are you crying like you want to pity the stars? Their tears still won't reach you. You will see only the cold light sent by them through the centuries. You can't see strangers through your tears. I'm asking you to stop. It seems to me that if I were a stone, even then I would not have endured these soundless tears that you drop from your open eyes. And when sometimes I still hear the groans that have settled in your cry, settled in your voice after so many winters, I go crazy with powerlessness just to confess everything to you. And now you stand, washing away the bitterness of words and fragments of promises. The water washes over your body, but it cannot bring relief. Tears run down your cheeks, leaving salty streaks on my heart. And along with them all those lines that were written by me to you flow down your cheeks and the edges of the bath. Why aren't you reading anything? Why aren't you printing envelopes? Why are you leaving all my messages unread? Why? Why? Why? Why are you trembling now and frantically looking for support? I cannot comfort you if you are not looking for consolation, if you choose to stand like this and absorb the hurt, inhale the pain, swallow all the salt, yours and others'. If you cry like this, I can't even write to you.

Anastasia Volkhovskaya