lost in Moscow

it's been ages

since i've heard from Dasha

in Moscow.

she's fallen off the face

of the earth

it seems.

i get no more texts or calls,

no more

weather or war

updates.

no more pictures of snow

and her

in her long

boots

and knit shawl.

i wonder sometimes, 

mostly when i'm drinking vodka,

where she may have gone.