how many promises will we have to break
until we understand that
the word forever
is not a plant grown
by words
but a seed watered with our presence?

how many winters will have to come
until our wounds close by
indifference
and we find a new way
to forget
how much things have changed?

how many seconds did you stop to think
about the way my eyes
shined
every time I realized that your lies
were enough
to keep me by your side?

(unknown)