Our love is finished
and I don't look for you
nor you look for me.
Our time together is finished
and I don't know
whether to cry or rejoice.
I don't know if it's better to forget you
or to forget to remember you.
Without you
I feel bad
as I've never been with you
and at the thought
of going back to you
I feel bad
as I'd never be again with you.
Confused
my mind gets confused
and becomes numb even more
in a vortex
of confusion.
It wasn't you
on the phone now
but for a moment

I have dreamed.

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