So this is all. One final glance
Absorbs the truth we left to chance,
The words unsaid, the hidden ache
We never dared to voice or break.
How sad we lacked the strength to shatter
The vicious cycle we let matter;
Our eyes met once - yet neither tried
To stop the love we slowly died.
A trembling pulse along your brow,
You wait — though nothing binds us now
For lips that once were close and warm,
For touch that used to be the norm.
You do not look away from me;
You read the truth reluctantly,
The quiet sorrow in my gaze,
The end we never dared to phrase.
This fragile minute, thin as glass,
We tear apart and let it pass.
My cool, restrained, indifferent “Bye”
Meets your pretending;cheerful: “Sure,” you sigh.
The last meeting
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