Easter

[serge gurkski]

Easter, say mid – nineties, my love,
Let me cite Poe to tell you just how much …
You are so pretty and your soul is so fragile
I just cannot show you yet
The pain that is tearing my heart into pieces.
Hurry on, you say, my parents are waiting,
Out of breath I take a deep look at you
Oh, what a piercing pain right through my heart:
I do not love you anymore.
I’m falling out of love with you
Right now.
And later at your parents,
Surrounded by heaps of easter-eggs
I drank a lot
To forget
What I never said.