just you and me now
we end the stories
we call it a night
i offer you the last drink
one for the road
i will be left here
alone again with an
empty glass and
another bottle of wine
i let the drink take me
to another bout of drunken
poetry, one that forgets myself
as part of this world
one that dissolves me like
ice cubes, for you know
my friend this has been
our longing: there is no
you and i, there is no us,
there is only drunkenness
for this unbearable lightness
of our being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem