We do not know how to say goodbye.
Shoulder to shoulder, we walk and walk.
Already it is dusk, and I
Am silent, while you are lost in thought.

Let's go into this church. What will we see?
A baptism, wedding, burial-service.
Without looking at each other, we shall leave --
Why is our life not like this?

Or else, let's go into the graveyard. There
You will pick up a stick and lightly trace
In the trodden snow we crouch on, sighing,
Houses where we shall be together always.

-Akhmatova