History of one Window

It's been raining for a week now.
Now a little stronger, now as if crying.
He's stealing from me.
I'm with Loneliness in the country.

I feel empty.
I don't know how to love.
I can't be with you,
And without you it hurts even more.

Sediment of petty grievances
I dissolve with bitter vodka
And loneliness hurts
A line of poems with a chilled dawn.

We can’t be together, apart - at least give it up.
And life is like a photograph:
"Longing, chilled through,
Sleeps with Loneliness in an embrace. "

Sadness comes out of the banks
But, anticipating the last breath,
I can hear the sound of your steps
And turn the key in the front ...

Boris Prakhov