I hate that all the pieces of your love
shine between my sorrow,
even thought I try to stay silent enough
not to awaken them.
I know I never enter your thoughts,
but do you know that you are always flooding mine?
I don't believe your imaginary fairy-tale of
“forever means forever”
when silence and distance
is all that is between us now.
It was you who said forever,
so tell me,
where are you now?
