I remember two girls at the door in the night, <br />(Your shows ended later the year before last) <br />Two fans at the door of the theatre with me, <br />Who hoped for two words from your lips as you passed. <br />Yes, I was to go with you. And yet to them <br />I think you were kinder that night than to me. <br />They wanted two words. And I with just one <br />Was content, as I waited for what it would be. <br /> <br />I remember two girls.. and tonight, it seems strange - <br />The thought of those two snowy forms at the door. <br />The lights of the theatre have long since gone out - <br />You won't be performing there now in the war <br />And I'm far away. Yet perhaps those two girls <br />On some distant journey still follow your fame <br />And now with some other man there in the snow <br />Are waiting without me, exactly the same. <br /> <br />I remember two girls.. and perhaps I shall live <br />To walk once again through the streets in the snow <br />And meeting the girls, shall discover you're back <br />To play in the town where I lived long ago. <br />I fear that I shan't have a reason to wait; <br />But the snow will continue to fall as before - <br />And the two little girls will wait on in the night <br />Eternal companions that stand at the door.<br /><br />Konstantin Mikhailovich Simonov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-remember-two-girls-at-the-door-in-the-night/
