Both Rivers. Trains (№ 160047)

And no one here wanted
Never thought to leave,
However, for this to cling to,
And what frightens the limit.
And everyone cares,
Urgent business
Unfinished something
In the web mirror.
In the unchangeable spots of conscience,
With skeletons in closets,
Unfinished story
In locked tables.
Someone old, someone Mature,
To whom the youth ahead
Nobody wanted
To leave their way.