Windy Night

I was expecting you to leave
she was repeating avidly
grinding words like coffee beans
popping between teeth
something fresh getting inside
like the wind through her open window
turning over the bed sheets
at a cold midnight hour

not a single tear in her eyes
like almonds with mascara perfume
her mouth’ corners were wet
her plait knitted in three shafts

above the withered poplar on the street
the moon’s horn was drifting to the right
the woman kept her pillow over her heart
only her soft voice was still heard
faraway how far will you leave
she was repeating again and again

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