...
There's no telling the words we swore
to each other for life.
I long for the time when we believed in them.
This morning, however hard I try
to meet your gaze and find light there,
everything gets drowned in a thick fog.
Something is off.
It's breaking up.
However hard we try to make love,
it's the most bitter war
that has us in its grip.
It's breaking up
like a crystal vase
against metal.
Fatal issue.
Shards of stars.
All these efforts to end up there.
What are we going to do with it?
Get rid of it or split it between us?
Too late or too early, is it ever possible
to turn back the clock?
When your life is nothing but regrets
something is off.