A poem to Anna Andreeva that's a Russian poet

Anna Andreeva

You told me that your name was Anna and that you were a writer and a fighter...

 I was listening to a song by Tom Waits with a little drop of poison...

- A dance never was a romance... 

 You told me this in some sort of trance... 

 I've read all your poems...

 I've listened to your voice...

 There was a choice... 

 You left in The Fall... 

 There's your picture on the wall... 

 I wasn't understanding if the green grass was actually being something with class in the Fall inside a call... 

 You told me that love is "shy"... 

You told me that a train goes by... 

You told me that this isn't a lie... 

You told me that you loved feeling high... 

You told me that you hate to sigh... 

You told me that you're a tree... 

You told me that you're free... 

You told me that you were a shadow cast in the past... 

You told me that your heart never has a start... 

You told me about a machine... 

You told me that I knew what you mean... 

You told me about words and moving pictures inside your brain with no shame... 

You told me about a hat... 

You told me about a cat... 

You told me that sometimes you were a bat... 

You told me so many things that by the end of it all, I was only thinking on The Fall while being with my baby saying "maybe"....