The Last Waltz

I vividly remember the old October night when I decided to go to the ball with him. Since then, sadness has been measured for decades, my heart breaks even this October night. It was our inimitable evening. I put on the dress he bought me. "I love you, dear. You will be the most beautiful," he whispered gently to me. His hug around my neck was like a pearl necklace.

Holding our hands, we paused on the podium. There was loud applause, admiration ...

Now it sounds to me like I hear those decisive steps. That striking, charming expression caught my eyelashes.

Dancing the waltz, I touched the clouds as strong hands turned me into a bird.

Indescribable regret still bleeds in my heart. More painful traces of October and a starry night. It hurts, the memory of our steps and the last divine dance ...

I still keep the blue tulle cloak today. I never wore his dress again. A sad swallow nested in my heart, reminding me, of beauty, of my beloved man .. reminding me of the great love lost. Maybe there in heaven, sometimes they will hear the elegy of my soul, sadly packaged in a letter, without address.