- translated by Maria Bloshteyn
- russian text: https://kopilkapoetry.org/?p=737
two met
in an empty store
her eyes
brimmed with despair
his eyes
with endless fatigue
she touched his stubble
with her palm
as if she were blind
he made some sign with his hand
as if he were mute
a car drove by
with a broken windshield
you see he said
life goes on
with or without
our marathons
and sprints
it all ends the same
he invited her to the past
for a cup of imaginary coffee
for a long silence
in gathering darkness
but she said
remind me what’s my name
and wiped the dust off
an empty shelf
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