Like all other big things
in life, love fades as well
it burns off like
the gray ash on a cigarette
You get used to everything
losing it's shine after a while
you get used to everything
having a beginning and an ending
Aside from you, everything I've seen
in the world has changed
aside from you, everything my hands have touched
has changed during my lifetime
What was I - a victim of illusion, thinking of
when you told me our relationship was over
'that love is a box I can
throw away in some corner with time?'
With age you learn
you're not strong anymore
people tell me where and with whom you are
but I can't reconcile with it