And I have every morning witho… (Zinaida Kolchin )

And I have every morning without you And every night with a warm mug of tea,I Write SMS not sending,Cursing every single second you On the windowsill at twilight I miss you. I have letters to write That I roam the streets, taking deep breaths,Breathe you, I told all the extinguished stars,to bring you Back — it’s probably too late. I reset the past, samanvai I feel struck with pain You indifference —As on the wounds with salt, and numbers — delete-om:time for a change. And you have this morning — without me,Your phone — with other votes,And the tea is cold,Scold you,And the life — like Zebra stripes.