Love did not come for us:
All fragments of the path
Converge to single track among the stars.

Love did not wait for us
At fountain in the park, -
What a forever-waste of matching art!

Love, may be, hinted once, -
I’m not afraid to ask:
How did it feel to lose your perfect crush?

Love was not meant for us
In versions of the past,
In all entangled worlds spinning fast.

Love did not come for us,
So, we did come this far,
Still searching for the traces of the Half.

Love did not look at us,
So, we grew like a grass,
Embracing truth with will of broken heart.

Love did not shine on us.
Now, looking at the glass,
We celebrate the moment of the trust:

What did not come for us
Is precious in the dusk,
So, let it stay unknown… If it must.

April 2025