A delusion of perseverance.
An eventual oblivion.
No feelings.
No affection.
No return of the old.
Empty beginings with bald colourless senses.
Blinded by the irreversible moments.
Melancholy still lingering.
Inner storms not spoken,
Coping with the presence by naive ignorance,
Lying for the sake of happiness.
While my infinity of you persists.
With feelings.
With affection.
With a wish for the old.
