Autumn has come

< Patri



I come autumn leaves in half,
like whispering in the boudoir:. neither you nor us
like a cat ran in the corners, it is lost.
I woke up in a fever, you do not have a circle,
or at an angle, or under the hair rumpled plaid,
or under the table. or after dinner. I left without dinner.
I do without you quite thin,
waiting for November inhaling ashes, loud music
More and rowan.
no you do not want to wait to write or draw drawings,
neither hurt nor believe that a cold. anything, just sleep.
but I can not sleep. Only spinning there for him.
what He wants?
that I finally lost my mind? dead? decomposed into drops
my stupid belief?
fitted within pillow, walked tear
according to my shreds that house - the absence of measures ..
? I ask him there, do not be angry if everything is okay with you,
because I - a breeze touching your heels
. You're a dream, I - love. I can just watch over you.
in exploration.
if the cell.