It's not that I've forgotten you,
let alone that I've got a new love,
I just got tired along the way,
of guilt and emptiness,
of waiting for you in every shadow,
in every corner, in every corner of pain.
I got tired of counting the moons,
of measuring the days in whispers,
promises vanished,
like the smoke of a cigarette,
leaving only ashes,
of what we dreamed, of what we felt.
Not that I have forgotten your laughter,
nor the brightness that gave life to my days,
it's just that the horizon changed,
and in its dark colours,
I decided to anchor you in the past,
to let the waves carry you away,
away from this tired heart.