The farewell might go on the edge
of time and space or, say, between a pledge
to call me and a flight into the dark
side of the Moon, a hug that seems to hark
back to the heaven's garden and a thought
of the infernal future where you're not,
but rather than hand-wringing, weeping in
a tardy tenderness, a sense akin
to a compunction for the causeless bliss
we gave each other - an impassive kiss,
an awkward hush, a gloomy afternoon
and a despaired wish to see you soon.
The farewell went fine: аnother heart
of human being that has been torn apart.