ON PARTING

ON PARTING
Ksenia Kisselincheva

I close the door behind you

And my soul closes too.

Like petals of a water lily

Close  sadly

While the sun vanishes,

A ball of fire

In the coolness of the pond.

The petals of my soul shiver

With the lingering nostalgia

Of every instant shared with you.

I gently squeeze the sap of each sensation 

Like the sap of a birch.

Feelings come and go between the two of us

- sea waves breaking on the shore.

I long to bring you back,

- I scoop my fingers in a hollow,

As if I rescue a birdie, fallen from the tree.

Hellas, the touch of tenderness vanishes.

So, I rush out to my leafy hut,

To get the fire burning,

Roasting on the shreds of my loneliness.