Pa Pa Paw

Click, bang - and silence. Everything that was loud and lively now sounds muffled, as if through water. Love, once as sparkling as a champagne display, has turned into a museum exhibit - beautiful, but behind glass. And even the heart now needs to be checked, as if the batteries have run out: is it still working?

The music flows smoothly, a little cold, but with a nerve - as if someone is smiling through cigarette smoke so as not to betray their trembling. In every “clic clac” - a shot at old photos, in every “pa pa paw” - a slight mockery of how serious everything once was.

And there is only one consolation: sometimes it is better to keep feelings as beautiful memories. There, it doesn't hurt, it's not embarrassing, and it's even a little stylish - like love that left at the right time.