Walk

We don’t need to talk, we don’t need to remember,
We don’t need to think, we can simply be.
We can write a song, but it doesn’t matter.
It’s as simple as you coming out for a walk with me.

At the pace of time everything is quiet.
With the size of sky you’re completely free.
I just wrote your name and you did not mind
Because now you’re too coming out for a walk with me

You can fall like night, you can fall like autumn,
You can fall in love, or you can fall asleep.
You can fall like snow, little flakes of water
That are snoring quietly now underneath our feet.

Just that for me

Or maybe you’re just that for me:
Something intangible and lost that wasn’t meant to be.

It’s been so long…
Still feels the same.
Still trying to decide:
To write or not to write.

Dear disappointment,

First, I admit it: I am plagiarizing a religion. Fortunately, the copyright has expired.

Now that we got that out of the way, may I invite you to join my pantheon? See, I want to believe that you are kind to me, that you are taking care of me, even when it does not appear to be the case. It’s just easier that way. I’m so tired of fighting and avoiding you.

We’ll have a big jolly party at the top of Walhalla: you, me, fear, pain, anger, contempt, regret, hate, doubt. Maybe more folks will join later, as I dig deeper into my soul: one big happy family. We’ll get to know each other, make friends, have a feast, maybe an orgy.. Should be fun! Would you come? Please?

Want

I tend to want. Sometimes things. Mostly for things to happen.

It’s been bothering me, that I concentrate on the object of my desire and don’t notice other things.

But then those other things can sneak up on me, completely unexpected, and catch me by surprise. Boo! No time to mentally prepare, develop expectation or, God forbid, desires… Only pure perception - the most gratifying of them all.

Thinking about that, I think I want to want.

First things first

I will respect you, I’ll be brief,
I’ll say the main thing first:
Goodbye!

Breath

I’m holding you.
You are my breath.

At first fulfilled;
By now - stifled.

You are my breath,
And I exhale.

To you who love me

Before, I wanted you to need me. To be afraid to lose me. To give up everything for me just to show me that you couldn’t imagine your life without me. Because I needed your love to feel good about myself.

I don’t need that anymore. Now I don’t want you to need me.

I want you to want me. Among other things that you want. I don’t want this love to limit or burden you - I want you to enjoy it. If I am away, I want you to know that you still have me.

I want you to be proud that I choose to love you. That I can love you. It doesn’t happen often, you know.

You were a coin

You were a coin when I tossed you,
But now you fell and maybe are
For me - a falling star.

To a moment

I will forget you, I think.

And I thank you. For offering yourself to me for my consideration. For not having any claims on me, on my memory.

No need to name names, to call you boring, unremarkable, unmemorable. No need to blame myself for not being observant, attentive, for not finding deeper beauty in you beyond the first unimpressive impression.

We part ways as friends, soon-to-be forgotten could-have-been friends.