You'll look back,
To trample down my memory and soul.
You didn't take the hugs and advice.
And I never will.
And will go of course to myself days:
Work, home, poetry, absinthe, Saturday.
Do not drown his memories in wine
We don't even have a joint photo.
Won't look back.
I never remember my eyes.
You just loved dark chocolate.
What I love?... We know you don't want...
My angel in the dream tickles you...