And I Tell You Goodbye, Poem by Liza Sud

We'll entangle with you,
as bridges over the river,
will raise open -as usually
not - in the evenings.

We will sing until dawn
over the broad Neva,
but on different -
piers.

let me go at last
by the words you combine,
that were of - me -
so jealous,

which forever seized me
to go on after you,
that it seemed -
full of fear!

And your poems will stop
to race blood 
so diminutive
tender.

And I tell you goodbye,
precious mother
of my first great love!
for me - remain not
an offender!