Miroslav Válek - An apple

Miroslav Válek - An apple
(Jablko)

An apple rolled down from the closet to the floor.
So pack your things and you can go.
She leaned with her back to the door
and cried with her eyes :
For god's sake I beseech you, no !
But I knew for good that I had enough;
I stood up,
picked up the apple,
dusty and still green,
and I laid it on the table.
She kept beseeching, she came to the table,
crying.
She looked at me, wiped the apple,
crying.
I told her at last : Put that apple down and go !
The events happened as I supposed.
No matter, that in different sequence !
She opened the door,
I ran down and said : Stay !
But she packed her things and left.
An apple rolled down from the closet to the floor.