If I will count the days,
From the day we separated our ways,
My heart will believe that it only had happened yesterday.
Yet, in reality, it was five thousand and four hundred seventy-five days, already.

Now here you are again.
Wearing the same smile, where in my memory remain.
We are standing in the middle of this commotion,
A few feet in between, while I'm persistent smothering the recurring emotion.

'Hello' you said, just like the same way you accustomed to say whenever we see each other.
I smiled -- as a smart response to hinder this emotion to go further.
'You look wonderful in that red dress' you added.
'Thanks' I replied. But the agony within won't be mended.

If you only have the capability to read my mind,
Probably, you can decipher that am suffering inside.
From the time we exchanged our goodbyes,
Your eyes became the reminders of my system that you really won't be mine.

For the second time,
I will never be able to renounce how you mean to me.
And for the second time,
I'm pretending, in front of you, that I'm fine. That I will continuously be fine.