I took your hand, and we ran inside the bar like conspirators of great blithe – I kissed you by the restroom a dull little corner hidden from the evening we shared you said, let's put a pin in it and we did too many things on the to-do list too much life for tomorrow wherever you go now carry this moment with you it won't take much space, the size of a pebble you found on a beach of your childhood it won't take much space in a far box of your memory filled with obsolete treasures I meant it, and I'd mean it again the only gift I can give – the gift of it was, and it truly was, and I don't regret it. July 2025 #стишок