She Is Waiting Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

if he at one time will tell her - I don't love
she will close tear with eyelash curler
curling the eyelashes
she will open buttons of the pocket of a feigned smile
she will get remains of the kept civilization out of herself
stopping with will power desire for breaking neck
she will walk away into the emptiness to the meeting with pain
which stopped in the station of oblivion
if at one time he will say - I love
they will become one desire
so she is waiting patiently
fixed on the future without the address
putting the illusion to sleep
they wouldn't harass the soul
of sick imagination