Alexey Pehov. Under the sign of the Manticore (№ 168185)

We all think - that we are eternal
And that time there is always
To make it up at the meeting tomorrow,
To tell that for a long time already torn
Forget all the funny insults,
Pride, pettiness, fear to be deceived
And, as the water, madly, shamelessly,
In the love plunge.
We all think - that we are eternal
And that time always remains,
Just remember - one evening
You decide,
And he's not coming back...