So it will be

Like a quiet child, caressed by the darkness,
With an endless languor in a wandering gaze,
You stood by the window. In the corridor
Someone's step hastily - not mine!

The door opened ... The frosty wind blows ...
The smell of freshness, happiness ... Forgotten alarm ...
A moment of silence, and now on the threshold
Someone laughs faintly - not me!

The shadow of the trams, as before, runs along the wall,
The sound of the orchestra is more cautious and deeper at the bottom ...
"Let our souls merge without words!"
You whisper excitedly - not me!

• "How many books! .. It seemed to me ... Do not fire:
  So cozy ... I forgot now all the words I "...
  See the runaway shadow of a tram
  On the couch with you - not me!

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.