WRONG TURN

We’re like the old town streets Entangled, but never together You’re like coffee by the I’m the rain on your windowsill I tried to speak like in the movies But you turned the volume down halfway Every word — like a metro ticket Too fast, and past, and gone We took the wrong turn Where love got lost You say, “Nothing hurts,” But cry alone in the tram We were closer than city streets Now strangers, like gallery scenes It’s all beautiful, but not about us Museums, theatres, one-hour dreams You used to text me from Patriarshiye at night I’d read but never knew how to help Your shadows on apartment walls Like paintings with no frames or faces We loved the wrong way — too loud Too fast, leaving no room to breathe I’m the whisper in your headphones You’re the echo that never returns We took the wrong turn Where warmth turns to frost You say nothing, just “I’m not yours,” But your eyes still hold a lighthouse We were like poets in the rain Now statues in an empty park Beautiful, but never about us Museums, theatres, and our lost jazz I’d go back to that morning Where you wore a coat, no mask Where it wasn’t too late to say “Stay.” We took the wrong turn Where everything felt like a fairytale But with no end, and no us Where love only fits in a frame