after so long,
I am no longer sure
whether I live the reality,
or simply dream of truth,
like a mirage of faith.

after so long,
I see you coming back
fixated and repentant,
trying to don a guise
only the humble can wear.

after so long,
I don't know anymore
how I lost you between
the moments of love
or when I realized it.

after so long,
I cannot accept you
in good faith, too jaded
and thrown by the winds
that bespoke your absence.

after so long,
I think it better to pretend
that I have discarded our love
like a song too familiar,
and lost our meaning.