night falls like your words—
so expected,
devoid,
a mystery unveiling fears of being just another shadow,
uncast,
in an alchemic mix
of the purportedly eternal
blindness.

embrace me like a dream—
so expected,
detached,
a hope unveiling mysteries of being
or just another page turned
in your calendar of tasks achieved,
or days gone blank
in blindness.

i’ll just cry out, tears dried out
in all the blank-page-turned disregard,
behind walls built up to see beyond us,
you were
you are
but you won’t be—
forgetting
i was
i am
but i won’t be—
forgiveness.

behind the bridges built on top
a phantasy in mimicries scaled up to hatred,
a hidden one,
of the unmovable kind,
a tit-for-tat-like stabbing in full preview,
known all along,
in songs sung to each other,
laughed out loud—
in blind betrayal.