Your scent lingers here,
infusing me with a memory of you, which refuses to abandon me,
and chains me up tightly to sentiment so powerful that I do not seem to find my way out.
I try to tear up what is left of you, yet such an endevour seems unfulfilling,
and reality pierces my heart, opening my eyes to behold my sadness,
to behold my void within.
All of you lingers here and with you my sorrow full of tears,
my heart all wounded and my withering soul,
which begs to life to end its tormenting punishment of making it reside in grief.
Your words still fly in the rooms of my memory,
but I want to set them free, for I want oblivion to occupy these rooms,
and deprive myself of tears to cry and grief to carry,
I want to reside in oblivion and that oblivion I want to reside in me, quietly and undisturbed...
RQ
Moscow
2.5.10
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