What Are You, B...

Memory will trace the finest lines along the borders of light and dark I remember in detail, in the minutest particulars, the day we met Like a starry-eyed, pimply teenager, I lost my mind and my sleep I changed, my friends were amazed at me, I even danced the waltz I changed, the more we saw each other, the less I recognized myself Mouse, little beast, my little female, squirrel, that's what I called you Our love is as wide as the Volga and as deep as the Ural We would sometimes part for a short while, I would occasionally go out of town The hardships of life, the troubles and the joys, we honestly shared between the two of us I didn't notice how imperceptibly, stealthily, bullshit crept into our home Lips pursed, a stark white face, you smoke in silence, all tense Girl, my darling, what have you done, you didn't wait for me!