Anna M. Ostrovskaya. I turn off the sun (№ 349098)

Autumn. Cool. The air is obedient, quiet,
the leaves are like shooting stars, fly again with maple.
You're not with me. Not close. You hold others...
Not for me, no gesture, no smile, no words.
I was hugging my heart. Did what I could.
Warmed, waiting, whispering... almost cried!
You didn't hear it. Well... Over all the words.
But believe in happiness... Only you don't.