YOU should

There's no sound but the snow falling.

But why do I hear buzzing in my ears?

My brain is bleeding into my troath,
 bitter taste of blood in my stomach.

I shuldn't have lied. I shuldn't have promised.

The mud is sqealing under my feet.
Creepy presences of you around me and

I almost can see you there, therein the dim light of the street lamp.

How could I have loved you so? -I shouldn't have.
Are you there? On the other end of the line?

How could I hope. I shouldn't.

I'm not crying. I'm not weeping. I'm just dying a little

and I can not stop.

And any minute now the bus should come. Should it?

Ljubljana now seems the emptiest city in the world.

Another love gone, another love lost.

The world can not wait.
It will go on. And I should too,

and so do you.

But for now crying over spilt milk

seems the most reasonable thing to do.


And just for the record: YOU should, not I.