Ah Astakhova. (№ 394443)

I remember the drudgery of the last phrases
All my voice and your silence;
And the bitterness of the doomed farewell.
But time
like
cured us.
I remember the mystery of alienated eyes,
As ran our continents.
Ruthlessness last moment...
But time
like
cured us.
I remember forty eternities in an hour
And the hands of your ridiculous touch;
Resentment and unnecessary confession, -
But time
like
cured us.
I remember frantically extinguished the fire,
that to me seemed eternal.
You were faceless and inhuman;
But, you know,
cured us.