Как жаль, что тем, чем стало для меня...

What a pity that what has become for me
your existence is gone
my existence is for you.
... Once again in the old wasteland
I launch into wire space
his copper penny crowned with a coat of arms
in a desperate attempt to exalt
the moment of connection ... Alas,
one who does not know how to replace
the whole world usually remains
twist a chipped telephone disk,
like a table in a spiritualistic session,
until the ghost echoes
the last buzz of the buzzer in the night.
Brodsky