Marina Tsvetaeva. (№ 416268)

Two years in a row I - mentally - in my soul - dragged you with me along all the roads, halls, churches, cars, I did not part with you for a second, counted the clock, waited for a call, lay like dead, if there was no call, everything is like everyone else, and still not everything is like everyone else.
I see your dark face above a glass of coffee - in a coffee shop. You were like velvet, I talk about the voice - and like steel - I talk about words - I admired you, I loved you very much.
- You were the first to stop loving me. If that hadn't happened, I would still love you, because I always love until the last opportunity.