Believing that maybe it is ok

to let us fade into oblivion

I thought to myself that it hurts

less now, probably

But I lie to myself and I know

almost too obviously that it would not be

You will be that eternal fragment of regret,

lodging itself in the deep recess of my soul

And every once in a while, the pain caused by you

will still reverberate through me,

inside out

I would like to believe that it is ok

Otherwise what?

But I know that the reflections I see,

will be mocking at this lie that I live