Ladies of the night surround the flowerbed of the little house.
The beautiful woman with light brown hair, dances in the middle of the living room.
Being seen only through the big window in front of me
Appearing at given intervals.
I don't really notice the situation around me.
Small raindrops start to fall, wetting me.
Not even that was able to divert my attention from the beautiful woman.
Like a specter you passed and held in its vibrant light.
she dances carelessly
With every step she takes, memories fade from her mind
With each swing of her dress, moments are forgotten.
My touches on her body are slowly erased.
As a dark veil of pain falls over me.
A man appears beside her, guiding her through her glorious dance steps.
In a slow waltz
They hug and he touches her like I used to.
He kisses her, as I used to kiss.
And through the reflection in the window, I see myself as a ghost.
And for her, now, I was just that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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