Sometime, after such many years
I'll come to you,
& knock at your door.
You'll open absently.
It's me, whom you are looking at.
Wait! Stop your hand!
Don't banish me from your sight.
I've changed very much during these years.
I don't ask anything.
Simple sit me at the kitchen,
& give to drink some tea.
And i'll not say anythihg,
& you'll keep silence.
And then...
And then i'll give up & go away,
carrying away anquish of all these years.
Tea at the kitchen. Memory.