goodbuy my friend
Goodbye my friend, goodbye my dear, you are forever in my heart. Predestined farewell that is near promises a reunion to those who part. Goodbye my friend, without hand or word, and don’t let sadness furrow your brow, in this life dying is not a thing unheard nor is living any newer show.
This is the very last poem by Sergey Yesenin. He wrote it in a hotel room, with his own blood, a day before committing suicide.