Andra

***

Vihmapiisad tantsisklemas akna taga

sõbrustamas langevate lehtedega, 

vaikselt surevate päikesekiirtega. 

Koos nad lendavad ringi,

langevad maha, 

jäävad unustusse ja lõpuks… hääbuvad

XVII

Falling leaves

images of her hair

flashing behind my eyelids, 

reminding me of times

long gone by now. 

Crispy October air

setting itself in my lungs

mixing with smoke, 

scratching me up inside

colliding with

intoxicating memories

of her

making it hard to breathe, 

tears streaming down

and hands gripping

the shirt

decorating a wet pillow